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... enjoy it . is dull and anxious drudgery . Keeping it The dread of loss may hang like a dark cloud over life . Apicius , when he had squandered most of his patrimony , but had still 250,000 crowns 20 CHAP . THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.
... enjoy it . is dull and anxious drudgery . Keeping it The dread of loss may hang like a dark cloud over life . Apicius , when he had squandered most of his patrimony , but had still 250,000 crowns 20 CHAP . THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.
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... clouds gradually roll away , the jar of nerves subside , the consciousness of power re- place physical exhaustion , and the dark- ness of despondency brighten once more into the light of life . And yet Plato , " says Jowett , " expels ...
... clouds gradually roll away , the jar of nerves subside , the consciousness of power re- place physical exhaustion , and the dark- ness of despondency brighten once more into the light of life . And yet Plato , " says Jowett , " expels ...
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... cloud of fire ; The blue deep thou wingest , And singing still dost soar , and soaring ever singest . " Like a poet hidden In the light of thought , Singing hymns unbidden , Till the world is wrought To 112 CHAP . THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.
... cloud of fire ; The blue deep thou wingest , And singing still dost soar , and soaring ever singest . " Like a poet hidden In the light of thought , Singing hymns unbidden , Till the world is wrought To 112 CHAP . THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.
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... spring , such an insurrection of fierce floral life and radiant riot of childish power and pleasure , no poet or painter ever gave before ; such lustre of 1 Scott . green leaves and flushed limbs , kindled cloud and fervent VI 115 POETRY.
... spring , such an insurrection of fierce floral life and radiant riot of childish power and pleasure , no poet or painter ever gave before ; such lustre of 1 Scott . green leaves and flushed limbs , kindled cloud and fervent VI 115 POETRY.
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Sir John Lubbock. green leaves and flushed limbs , kindled cloud and fervent fleece , was never wrought into speech or shape . " To appreciate Poetry we must not merely glance at it , or rush through it , or read it in order to talk or ...
Sir John Lubbock. green leaves and flushed limbs , kindled cloud and fervent fleece , was never wrought into speech or shape . " To appreciate Poetry we must not merely glance at it , or rush through it , or read it in order to talk or ...
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Page 70 - Going to the Wars Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. 1 Imprisoned or caged. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more.
Page 146 - I find this conclusion more impressed upon me, — that the greatest thing a human soul ever does in this world is to see something, and tell what it saw in a plain way. Hundreds of people can talk for one who can think, but thousands can think for one who can see. To see clearly, is poetry, prophecy, and religion, — all in one.
Page 185 - In thoughts from the visions of the night, when deep sleep falleth on men, fear came upon me, and trembling, which made all my bones to shake. Then a spirit passed before my face; the hair of my flesh stood up : it stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof: an image was before mine eyes; there was silence, and I heard a voice, saying, Shall mortal man be more just than God?
Page 69 - But neither breath of morn, when she ascends With charm of earliest birds; nor rising sun On this delightful land ; nor herb, fruit, flower, Glistering with dew; nor fragrance after showers, Nor grateful evening mild; nor silent night, With this her solemn bird ; nor walk by moon, Or glittering star-light, without thee is sweet.
Page 185 - The other shape, If shape it might be call'd, that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb, Or substance might be call'd that shadow seem'd, For each seem'd either ; black it stood as night, Fierce as ten furies, terrible as hell, And shook a dreadful dart ; what seem'd his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on.
Page 252 - Ah! when shall all men's good Be each man's rule, and universal Peace Lie like a shaft of light across the land, And like a lane of beams athwart the sea, Thro' all the circle of the golden year?
Page 41 - Biron they call him ; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal : His eye begets occasion for his wit ; For every object that the one doth catch The other turns to a mirth-moving jest, Which his fair tongue, conceit's expositor, Delivers in such apt and gracious words That aged ears play truant at his tales And younger hearings are quite ravished ; So sweet and...
Page 153 - See the wretch, that long has tost On the thorny bed of pain, At length repair his vigour lost, And breathe and walk again : The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening paradise.
Page 112 - Like a poet hidden, In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Page 133 - And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...