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... truth , that glory and virtue ought to be the darling , nay , the only wish in life ; that , to attain these , the tor- ments of the flesh , with the perils of death and exile , are to be despised ; never had I exposed my person in so ...
... truth , that glory and virtue ought to be the darling , nay , the only wish in life ; that , to attain these , the tor- ments of the flesh , with the perils of death and exile , are to be despised ; never had I exposed my person in so ...
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... no means the only man who has suffered from too much gold . The real truth I take to be that wealth is not necessarily an advantage , but that 1 Epictetus . whether it is so or not depends on the use 22 СНАР . THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.
... no means the only man who has suffered from too much gold . The real truth I take to be that wealth is not necessarily an advantage , but that 1 Epictetus . whether it is so or not depends on the use 22 СНАР . THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.
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... to those who will employ it in the forwarding of truth is the noblest present an individual can make to the whole . " Many will have felt with Pepys when he quaintly and piously says , " Abroad with my 24 CHAP . THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.
... to those who will employ it in the forwarding of truth is the noblest present an individual can make to the whole . " Many will have felt with Pepys when he quaintly and piously says , " Abroad with my 24 CHAP . THE PLEASURES OF LIFE.
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... truth reasserts itself in popular sayings , as for instance in the Turkish proverb , " All women are perfection , especially she who loves you . " A French lady having once quoted to Abd - el - Kader the Polish proverb , " A woman draws ...
... truth reasserts itself in popular sayings , as for instance in the Turkish proverb , " All women are perfection , especially she who loves you . " A French lady having once quoted to Abd - el - Kader the Polish proverb , " A woman draws ...
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... . Art ( caeteris paribus ) is great in exact proportion to the love of beauty shown by the painter , provided that love of beauty forfeit no atom of truth . " - RUSKIN . CHAPTER V ART THE most ancient works of Art which.
... . Art ( caeteris paribus ) is great in exact proportion to the love of beauty shown by the painter , provided that love of beauty forfeit no atom of truth . " - RUSKIN . CHAPTER V ART THE most ancient works of Art which.
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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...