The Essays of EliaMacmillan, 1894 - 425 pages |
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... look at- -or in lying about upon the fresh grass , with all the fine garden smells around me — or bask- ing in the orangery , till I could almost fancy myself ripening too along with the oranges and limes in that grateful warmth — or in ...
... look at- -or in lying about upon the fresh grass , with all the fine garden smells around me — or bask- ing in the orangery , till I could almost fancy myself ripening too along with the oranges and limes in that grateful warmth — or in ...
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Charles Lamb Alfred Ainger. PAGE POPULAR FALLACIES : XI . THAT WE MUST NOT LOOK A GIFT HORSE IN THE MOUTH . 358 XII . THAT HOME IS HOME THOUGH IT IS NEVER SO HOMELY 360 XIII . THAT YOU MUST LOVE ME AND LOVE MY DOG 365 XIV . THAT WE ...
Charles Lamb Alfred Ainger. PAGE POPULAR FALLACIES : XI . THAT WE MUST NOT LOOK A GIFT HORSE IN THE MOUTH . 358 XII . THAT HOME IS HOME THOUGH IT IS NEVER SO HOMELY 360 XIII . THAT YOU MUST LOVE ME AND LOVE MY DOG 365 XIV . THAT WE ...
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... look back upon with the same expression of incredulous admiration and hopeless ambition of rivalry as would become the puny face of modern conspiracy contemplating the Titan size of Vaux's superhuman plot . Peace to the manes of the ...
... look back upon with the same expression of incredulous admiration and hopeless ambition of rivalry as would become the puny face of modern conspiracy contemplating the Titan size of Vaux's superhuman plot . Peace to the manes of the ...
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... look upon these defunct dragons with complacency . Thy heavy odd - shaped ivory - handled penknives ( our ancestors had everything on a larger scale than we have hearts for ) are as good as anything from Herculaneum . The pounce- boxes ...
... look upon these defunct dragons with complacency . Thy heavy odd - shaped ivory - handled penknives ( our ancestors had everything on a larger scale than we have hearts for ) are as good as anything from Herculaneum . The pounce- boxes ...
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... look back to with blind veneration ; thou thyself being to thy- self flat , jejune , modern ! What mystery lurks in this retroversion ? or what half Januses 1 are we , that cannot look forward with the same idolatry with which we for ...
... look back to with blind veneration ; thou thyself being to thy- self flat , jejune , modern ! What mystery lurks in this retroversion ? or what half Januses 1 are we , that cannot look forward with the same idolatry with which we for ...
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Page 32 - I behold like a Spanish great galleon, and an English man-of-war ; Master Coleridge, like the former, was built far higher in learning, solid, but slow in his performances. CVL, with the English man-of-war, lesser in bulk, but lighter in sailing, could turn with all tides, tack about, and take advantage of all winds, by the quickness of his wit and invention.
Page 309 - BELSHAZZAR the king made a great feast to a thousand of his lords, and drank wine before the thousand. Belshazzar, whiles he tasted the wine, commanded to bring the golden and silver vessels which his father Nebuchadnezzar had taken out of the temple which was in Jerusalem; that the king, and his princes, his wives, and his concubines, might drink therein.
Page 310 - In the same hour came forth fingers of a man's hand, and wrote over against the candlestick upon the plaster of the wall of the king's palace ; and the king saw the part of the hand that wrote. Then the king's countenance was changed, and his thoughts troubled him, so that the joints of his loins were loosed, and his knees smote one against another.
Page 171 - See him in the dish, his second cradle, how meek he lieth ! — wouldst thou have had this innocent grow up to the grossness and indocility which too often accompany maturer swinehood ? Ten to one he would have proved a glutton, a sloven, an obstinate, disagreeable animal — wallowing in all manner of filthy conversation — from these sins he is happily snatched away — Ere sin could blight, or sorrow fade, Death came with timely care...
Page 122 - What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The nectarine and curious peach Into my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
Page xiii - ... out of doors to come just in time to see the sable phenomenon emerge in safety, the brandished weapon of his art victorious like some flag waved over a conquered citadel!
Page 32 - Many were the wit-combats betwixt him and Ben Jonson, which two I behold like a Spanish great galleon, and an English man-of-war ; Master Jonson (like the former) was built far higher in learning ; solid, but slow in his performances.
Page 290 - Then, even of fellowship, O Moon, tell me, Is constant love deem'd there but want of wit? Are beauties there as proud as here they be? Do they above love to be loved, and yet Those lovers scorn whom that love doth possess? Do they call 'virtue' there — ungratefulness? 94. Sleep /^OME, Sleep; O Sleep! the certain knot of peace, ^** The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe, The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release, Th...
Page 177 - It is but lost labour that ye haste to rise up early, and so late take rest, and eat the bread of carefulness : for so he giveth his beloved sleep.
Page 291 - The curious wits, seeing dull pensiveness Bewray itself in my long-settled eyes, Whence those same fumes of melancholy rise, With idle pains, and missing aim, do guess. Some, that know how my spring I did address, Deem that my Muse some fruit of knowledge plies ; Others, because...