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... nature , and he made it the means of conveying that knowledge to others . Vivid and dear memories flash into the minds of many of us as we read these pages . We see that dignified figure come quietly into the crowded lecture - hall to ...
... nature , and he made it the means of conveying that knowledge to others . Vivid and dear memories flash into the minds of many of us as we read these pages . We see that dignified figure come quietly into the crowded lecture - hall to ...
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... nature . In an address of 1919 , he truly said ( and in certain precious circles it would require some courage to say it ) , - " No really good literature was ever born of merely æsthetic impulse . " Some literary critics yield to ...
... nature . In an address of 1919 , he truly said ( and in certain precious circles it would require some courage to say it ) , - " No really good literature was ever born of merely æsthetic impulse . " Some literary critics yield to ...
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... nature . Literary elaboration always seemed to him to imply artifice or pedantry . This quiet good sense , as solid and assured as Johnson's own , lies at the foundation of Winchester's excellence as a critic . But , above that , rose ...
... nature . Literary elaboration always seemed to him to imply artifice or pedantry . This quiet good sense , as solid and assured as Johnson's own , lies at the foundation of Winchester's excellence as a critic . But , above that , rose ...
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... nature , rather than of native villainy . A man whose grandfather , father , and brother have all perished on the scaffold for purely political offenses may perhaps be excused if his wari- ness sometimes degenerated into intrigue . But ...
... nature , rather than of native villainy . A man whose grandfather , father , and brother have all perished on the scaffold for purely political offenses may perhaps be excused if his wari- ness sometimes degenerated into intrigue . But ...
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... nature was not likely to bear its bondage meekly . Her imperial beauty was full of temptations . When , now and then , her face gleams upon us in the poetry or letters of the time it has oftenest some wild light of passion on it . It ...
... nature was not likely to bear its bondage meekly . Her imperial beauty was full of temptations . When , now and then , her face gleams upon us in the poetry or letters of the time it has oftenest some wild light of passion on it . It ...
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Sida 106 - When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh ! the doxy over the dale, Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With heigh ! the sweet birds, O, how they sing! Doth set my pugging tooth on edge ; For a quart of ale is a dish for a king. The lark, that...
Sida 47 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons...
Sida 89 - Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. — Methinks, I hear Antony call; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act; I hear him mock The luck of Caesar, which the gods give men To excuse their after wrath: Husband, I come: Now to that name my courage prove my title ! I am fire, and air; my other elements I give to baser life.
Sida 39 - It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding : Sweet lovers love the spring.
Sida 110 - Even here undone ! I was not much afeard ; for once or twice I was about to speak and tell him plainly, The selfsame sun that shines upon his court Hides not his visage from our cottage but Looks on alike.
Sida 325 - GROW old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made: Our times are in his hand Who saith, "A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!
Sida 108 - I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so; and for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that ; move still, still so, and own No other function.
Sida 60 - Hero had turned nun, if it had not been for a hot midsummer night; for, good youth, he went but forth to wash him in the Hellespont and being taken with the cramp was drowned; and the foolish chroniclers of that age found it was — Hero of Sestos. But these are all lies. Men have died from time to time and worms have eaten them. but not for love.
Sida 247 - O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawie bosom sun-ward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies ! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betray'd, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid Low i
Sida 89 - With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicate Of life at once untie : poor venomous fool, Be angry, and dispatch.