Desultoria: The Recovered Mss. of an EccentricBaker and Scribner, 1850 - 220 Seiten |
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... death . The old man considered the fact of his having left the book open one of the greatest interest , and he would not have allowed me to close it for the world . The work was Bacon , and was open at the essay on Death . On the face ...
... death . The old man considered the fact of his having left the book open one of the greatest interest , and he would not have allowed me to close it for the world . The work was Bacon , and was open at the essay on Death . On the face ...
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... death was about to take him away . When he discovered it , he lifted his heavy eyelids to the moon and said , “ Happy moon ! how often have you been called happy by my dear boy who lies on the shore . " Then he turned to me and said ...
... death was about to take him away . When he discovered it , he lifted his heavy eyelids to the moon and said , “ Happy moon ! how often have you been called happy by my dear boy who lies on the shore . " Then he turned to me and said ...
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... death . " Peace returned - they lay aside the habiliments of war , and without being loaded with the trophies of victory - but wearing in their bosoms the pleasing satisfaction of having done their duty , fall back into the former ...
... death . " Peace returned - they lay aside the habiliments of war , and without being loaded with the trophies of victory - but wearing in their bosoms the pleasing satisfaction of having done their duty , fall back into the former ...
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... death is the only seal of friendship . " These are the friends , whom should sincerely sorrow at part- ing with - none others in despondency have been my comfort— none , when every friend has left me , on account of my perhaps ...
... death is the only seal of friendship . " These are the friends , whom should sincerely sorrow at part- ing with - none others in despondency have been my comfort— none , when every friend has left me , on account of my perhaps ...
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... death , experienced by the miner of cobalt ; and by the individual subject to apoplexy , or hemorr- hage . I consider that every man is in a balloon , to be wafted with the wind ; and if he be venturous , is subject to the pecu- liar ...
... death , experienced by the miner of cobalt ; and by the individual subject to apoplexy , or hemorr- hage . I consider that every man is in a balloon , to be wafted with the wind ; and if he be venturous , is subject to the pecu- liar ...
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Seite 78 - I have of late— but wherefore I know not— lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Seite 80 - No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp ; And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee, Where thrift may follow fawning.
Seite 100 - OH, talk not to me of a name great in story ; The days of our youth are the days of our glory ; And the myrtle and ivy of sweet two-and-twenty Are worth all your laurels, though ever so plenty.
Seite 76 - That youth and observation copied there ; And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain...
Seite 76 - Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there; And.
Seite 80 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Seite 75 - gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! O fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely.
Seite 61 - O now, for ever, Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war...
Seite 75 - O, that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew! Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable, Seem to me all the uses of this world!
Seite 78 - What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? man delights not me; no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.