The Essays of EliaE. Moxon, 1869 - 436 pages |
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... confess that it is my humour , my fancy - in the fore - part of the day , when the mind of your man of letters requires some relaxation · ( and none better than such as at first sight seems most abhorrent from his beloved studies ) —to ...
... confess that it is my humour , my fancy - in the fore - part of the day , when the mind of your man of letters requires some relaxation · ( and none better than such as at first sight seems most abhorrent from his beloved studies ) —to ...
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... confess , that I was never happier , than in them . The Upper and the Lower Grammar Schools were held in the same room ; and an imaginary line only divided their bounds . Their character was as different as that of the inha- bitants on ...
... confess , that I was never happier , than in them . The Upper and the Lower Grammar Schools were held in the same room ; and an imaginary line only divided their bounds . Their character was as different as that of the inha- bitants on ...
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... confess , for me to suffer by than to refute , namely , that " the title to property in a book ( my Bonaventure , for instance ) , is in exact ratio to the claimant's powers of understanding and appreciating the same . " Should he go on ...
... confess , for me to suffer by than to refute , namely , that " the title to property in a book ( my Bonaventure , for instance ) , is in exact ratio to the claimant's powers of understanding and appreciating the same . " Should he go on ...
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... confess a truth ? —I feel these audits but too powerfully . I begin to count the probabilities of my duration , and to grudge at the expenditure of moments and shortest periods , like misers ' farthings . In proportion as the years both ...
... confess a truth ? —I feel these audits but too powerfully . I begin to count the probabilities of my duration , and to grudge at the expenditure of moments and shortest periods , like misers ' farthings . In proportion as the years both ...
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... confess to me , whether , walking in your gallery at Sandham , among those clear Vandykes , or among the Paul Potters in the ante - room , you ever felt your bosom glow with an elegant delight , at all comparable to that you have it in ...
... confess to me , whether , walking in your gallery at Sandham , among those clear Vandykes , or among the Paul Potters in the ante - room , you ever felt your bosom glow with an elegant delight , at all comparable to that you have it in ...
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Page 136 - Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide; There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets and combs its silver wings, And, till prepared for longer flight, Waves in its plumes the various light.
Page 161 - Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish, or a sparrow fall, Atoms or systems into ruin hurled, And now a bubble burst, and now a world.
Page 136 - 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 33 - How have I seen the casual passer through the cloisters stand still, entranced with admiration (while he weighed the disproportion between the speech and the garb of the young Mirandula), to hear thee unfold, in thy deep and sweet intonations, the mysteries of Jamblichus or Plotinus (for even in those years thou waxedst not pale at such philosophic draughts), or reciting Homer in his Greek, or Pindar — while the walls of the old Grey Friars re-echoed to the accents of the inspired charity-boy...
Page 78 - What song the Syrens sang, or what name Achilles assumed when he hid himself among women, though puzzling questions, are not beyond all conjecture.
Page 100 - Ye have the account Of my performance : what remains, ye gods ! But up, and enter now into full bliss ?" So having said, a while he stood, expecting Their universal shout, and high applause, To fill his ear ; when, contrary, he hears On all sides, from innumerable tongues, A dismal universal hiss, the sound Of public scorn...
Page 191 - Thus this custom of firing houses continued, till in process of time, says my manuscript, a sage arose, like our Locke, who made a discovery that the flesh of swine, or indeed of any other animal, might be cooked (burnt, as they called it) without the necessity of consuming a whole house to dress it. Then first began the rude form of a gridiron. Roasting by the string or spit came in a century or two later, I forget in whose dynasty. By such slow degrees, concludes the manuscript, do the most useful,...
Page 135 - Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green. Ah! yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand, Steal from his figure and no pace perceived...
Page 335 - Despair at me doth throw. 0 make in me those civil wars to cease: 1 will good tribute pay, if thou do so. Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed, A chamber deaf to noise and blind to light, A rosy garland and a weary head: And if these things, as being thine by right, Move not thy heavy grace, thou shalt in me, Livelier than elsewhere, Stella's image see.
Page 34 - 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. Shakespeare with the English man-ofwar, 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.