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... hand , sad to think how many of our greatest benefactors are unknown even by name . Who discovered the art of procuring fire ? Prometheus is merely the personification of forethought . Who invented letters ? Cadmus is a mere name ...
... hand , sad to think how many of our greatest benefactors are unknown even by name . Who discovered the art of procuring fire ? Prometheus is merely the personification of forethought . Who invented letters ? Cadmus is a mere name ...
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... hands of those who do not know how to use it . It gives the command of so many other things- leisure , the power of helping friends , books , works of art , opportunities and means of travel . It would , however , be easy to exagger ...
... hands of those who do not know how to use it . It gives the command of so many other things- leisure , the power of helping friends , books , works of art , opportunities and means of travel . It would , however , be easy to exagger ...
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... hand , what gift is there which is without danger ? Euripides said that money finds friends for men , and has great ( he said the greatest ) power among Mankind , cynic- ally adding , " A mighty person indeed is a rich man , especially ...
... hand , what gift is there which is without danger ? Euripides said that money finds friends for men , and has great ( he said the greatest ) power among Mankind , cynic- ally adding , " A mighty person indeed is a rich man , especially ...
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... Empedocles delivered the people of Selinus from a pestilence by draining a marsh , and was hailed as a Demi- god . We are told that a coin was struck in his honour , representing the Philosopher in the act of staying the hand of Phoebus.
... Empedocles delivered the people of Selinus from a pestilence by draining a marsh , and was hailed as a Demi- god . We are told that a coin was struck in his honour , representing the Philosopher in the act of staying the hand of Phoebus.
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Sir John Lubbock. Philosopher in the act of staying the hand of Phoebus . We scarcely realise , I think , how much we owe to Doctors . Our system of Medi- cine seems so natural and obvious that it hardly occurs to us as somewhat new and ...
Sir John Lubbock. Philosopher in the act of staying the hand of Phoebus . We scarcely realise , I think , how much we owe to Doctors . Our system of Medi- cine seems so natural and obvious that it hardly occurs to us as somewhat new and ...
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Angel animals Apicius Aristophanes Bacon beautiful better blessing CHAPTER charm Cicero clouds color Crown 8vo dark death delight doubt earth Emerson enjoy Epictetus eternal Euripides evil existence faith feel flowers friends give glorious glory gods Goethe greatest green happiness heart heaven hope human idea immortal infinite J. A. SYMONDS JOHN MORLEY King labour landscape LESLIE STEPHEN light live look Lubbock Macmillan Madame de Staël Marcus Aurelius Meleager ment Milton mind moreover nature never night noble ourselves pain painting peace Plato pleasure Plutarch poet Poetry realise reason religion rest rich Ruskin says scarcely scenery Science seems sense Shakespeare SIDNEY COLVIN sleep song soul speak spirit stars suffering sweet tells Tennyson thee things Thomas à Kempis thou thought tion trees troubles true truth unto voice wonder woods Wordsworth
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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...