Nugae Literariae: Prose and VerseHamilton, 1841 - 585 sidor |
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... hand , the rude torso , -are in the esteem of the school - boy of a higher form , a venerable heap , ruins in which the genius of Paganism yet lingers , and whence as from a shrine , not quite deserted , she sends forth a voice of com ...
... hand , the rude torso , -are in the esteem of the school - boy of a higher form , a venerable heap , ruins in which the genius of Paganism yet lingers , and whence as from a shrine , not quite deserted , she sends forth a voice of com ...
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... hand - maid Iris throws the variegated arch above her head . The ivy - wreathed hair of Bacchus sets off his perennial youth , his thyrsus rules his panthers , and his only wrath pursues the goat because it roots up the vines : Silenus ...
... hand - maid Iris throws the variegated arch above her head . The ivy - wreathed hair of Bacchus sets off his perennial youth , his thyrsus rules his panthers , and his only wrath pursues the goat because it roots up the vines : Silenus ...
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... hand , but endeavours to make the best of it in the presence of Jupiter : but when Mars is wounded by the spear of the same warrior , he flies to heaven scared and groaning , filling the firmament with his shrieks , complaining to the ...
... hand , but endeavours to make the best of it in the presence of Jupiter : but when Mars is wounded by the spear of the same warrior , he flies to heaven scared and groaning , filling the firmament with his shrieks , complaining to the ...
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... hands , having already heaped Ossa on Pelion , —the affrighted deities fled into Egypt . As that famous land was the principal reservoir of tradition and source of knowledge , as it could boast so superior an antiquity to Greece , -this ...
... hands , having already heaped Ossa on Pelion , —the affrighted deities fled into Egypt . As that famous land was the principal reservoir of tradition and source of knowledge , as it could boast so superior an antiquity to Greece , -this ...
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... warrant us to conclude that he three times took office , so when he could serve Osiris no more , patriotism impelled him to kiss hands under Typhon . The meaning of this , we must now endeavour to ON THE ISIAC MYSTERIES . 15.
... warrant us to conclude that he three times took office , so when he could serve Osiris no more , patriotism impelled him to kiss hands under Typhon . The meaning of this , we must now endeavour to ON THE ISIAC MYSTERIES . 15.
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Æneid Æschylus amidst ancient Anglo-Saxon appears Aristophanes asked Bacchus beauty boast brain called character Cicero common course Craniology death dialect divine earth Eleans Eleusis enquiry Euripides evil express Falstaff fame father favour fear feel Games genius give gods Grecian Greece Greek head heart heaven Hercules Herodotus heroes Homer honour human idea impression intellectual Iphitus Julius Cæsar Jupiter king language Latin living look Macbeth means ment mind moral mysteries nations nature never noble Olympia Olympic Olympic Games once original Osiris Palæstra passion Pausanias peculiar perfect perhaps person philosophy Pindar Plato Plutarch poet probably prove quæ race Roman Rome sacred Saxon says scarcely scene seems sentiment Shakspeare signifies solemn Sophocles soul sound speak species spirit strange supposed temple thee thing thou thought Thucydides tion tragedy truth virtue word
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Sida 192 - I have almost forgot the taste of fears : The time has been, my senses would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me.
Sida 415 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceas'd : The which observ'd, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life ; which in their seeds, And weak beginnings, lie intreasured. Such things become the hatch and brood of time...
Sida 147 - ... if the invention of the ship was thought so noble, which carrieth riches and commodities from place to place, and consociateth the most remote regions in participation of their fruits, how much more are letters to be magnified, which, as ships, pass through the vast seas of time, and make ages so distant to participate of the wisdom, illuminations, and inventions, the one of the other?
Sida 213 - tis to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Sida 380 - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off...
Sida 401 - In sooth, I know not why I am so sad : It wearies me ; you say it wearies you ; But how I caught it, found it, or came by it, What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born, I am to learn ; And such a want-wit sadness makes of me. That I have much ado to know myself.
Sida 153 - But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think...
Sida 139 - WHAT is truth ?" said jesting Pilate, and would not stay for an answer. Certainly there be that delight in giddiness, and count it a bondage to fix a belief, affecting free-will in thinking as well as in acting. And though the sects of philosophers of that kind be gone, yet there remain certain discoursing wits which are of the same veins, though there be not so much blood in them as was in those of the ancients.
Sida 259 - When I was dry with rage and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, and trimly dress'd, Fresh as a bridegroom, and his chin new reap'd Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home.
Sida 146 - Between two worlds life hovers like a star, 'Twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge. How little do we know that which we are ! How less what we may be ! The eternal surge Of time and tide rolls on, and bears afar Our bubbles ; as the old burst, new emerge, Lash'd from the foam of ages ; while the graves Of empires heave but like some passing waves.