My Study WindowsSampson Low, Marston, Searle & Rivington, 1876 - 433 pàgines |
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Pàgina 1
... Natural History of Selborne . For me it has rather gained in charm with years . I used to read it without knowing the secret of the pleasure I found in it , but as I grow older I begin to detect some of the simple expedients of this natural ...
... Natural History of Selborne . For me it has rather gained in charm with years . I used to read it without knowing the secret of the pleasure I found in it , but as I grow older I begin to detect some of the simple expedients of this natural ...
Pàgina 9
... nature . They had fairly sacked the vine . Not Wellington's veterans made cleaner work of a Spanish town ; not Federals or Con- federates were ever more impartial in the confiscation of neutral chickens . I was keeping my grapes a ...
... nature . They had fairly sacked the vine . Not Wellington's veterans made cleaner work of a Spanish town ; not Federals or Con- federates were ever more impartial in the confiscation of neutral chickens . I was keeping my grapes a ...
Pàgina 25
... Nature who thus contrives an ample field of honest labor for her bores . Even when the insidious hat is passed round after one of these eleemosynary feasts , the relish is but heightened by a conscientious refusal to disturb the ...
... Nature who thus contrives an ample field of honest labor for her bores . Even when the insidious hat is passed round after one of these eleemosynary feasts , the relish is but heightened by a conscientious refusal to disturb the ...
Pàgina 28
... Nature in and for herself , or as a mirror for the moods of the mind , is a modern thing . The flee- ing to her as an escape from man was brought into fashion by Rousseau ; for his prototype Petrarch , though he had a taste for pretty ...
... Nature in and for herself , or as a mirror for the moods of the mind , is a modern thing . The flee- ing to her as an escape from man was brought into fashion by Rousseau ; for his prototype Petrarch , though he had a taste for pretty ...
Pàgina 31
... natural enough that Ovid should measure the years of his exile in Pontus by the number of winters . man . Ut sumus in ... nature . Jà Dieu ne place que me avyenge Que ne face plus honour Et plus despenz en un soul jour Que vus en tote ...
... natural enough that Ovid should measure the years of his exile in Pontus by the number of winters . man . Ut sumus in ... nature . Jà Dieu ne place que me avyenge Que ne face plus honour Et plus despenz en un soul jour Que vus en tote ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 417 - Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish, or a sparrow fall, Atoms or systems into ruin hurled, And now a bubble burst, and now a world.
Pàgina 422 - Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer ; Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault, and hesitate dislike...
Pàgina 422 - Peace to all such ! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease : Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne...
Pàgina 422 - Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause; While wits and Templars every sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise — Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he? What though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaster'd posts, with claps, in capitals? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers load, On wings of winds came flying all abroad?
Pàgina 419 - Lives through all life, extends through all extent; Spreads undivided, operates unspent! Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect in a hair as heart; As full, as perfect in vile Man that mourns, As the rapt Seraph that adores and burns; To him no high, no low, no great, no...
Pàgina 36 - Shortening his journey between morn and noon, And hurrying him, impatient of his stay, Down to the rosy west ; but kindly still Compensating...
Pàgina 417 - The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed today, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
Pàgina 417 - Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state: From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer being here below?
Pàgina 236 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights, Then in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.
Pàgina 418 - Where slaves once more their native land behold, No fiends torment, no Christians thirst for gold. To Be, contents his natural desire, He asks no Angel's wing, no Seraph's fire; But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company.