Shelburne Essays: With the witsPutnam, 1919 |
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... souls be with thee , And to thy memory be ever sung The praises of a just and constant lady . This sad day whilst I live , a soldier's tears I'll offer on thy monument , and bring , Full of thy noble self with tears untold yet , Many a ...
... souls be with thee , And to thy memory be ever sung The praises of a just and constant lady . This sad day whilst I live , a soldier's tears I'll offer on thy monument , and bring , Full of thy noble self with tears untold yet , Many a ...
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... soul ; but the dramatist himself gives us no such ease , and one cannot read many of these plays without feeling that the fault lies deeper than any mere crude- ness of literary procedure , that it touches , in fact , the very ...
... soul ; but the dramatist himself gives us no such ease , and one cannot read many of these plays without feeling that the fault lies deeper than any mere crude- ness of literary procedure , that it touches , in fact , the very ...
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... soul to the excess of the opposite passion . So the chorus , when they have heard her unwilling con- fession of love for her stepson , cry out , " May no unmeasured love come to us ! " and Phædra her- self , after she has resolved on ...
... soul to the excess of the opposite passion . So the chorus , when they have heard her unwilling con- fession of love for her stepson , cry out , " May no unmeasured love come to us ! " and Phædra her- self , after she has resolved on ...
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... souls who are the prey of these passions . More particularly Phædra , the protagonist , does not appear as a mere personification of a passion , but is by many touches represented as a person existing apart from the passion that assails ...
... souls who are the prey of these passions . More particularly Phædra , the protagonist , does not appear as a mere personification of a passion , but is by many touches represented as a person existing apart from the passion that assails ...
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... tent with life , it stands smiling with the smile of the senses which have no relation to any definable cause and leave no effect in the heart , pointing skyward with its finger into no paradise of the soul 24 WITH THE WITS.
... tent with life , it stands smiling with the smile of the senses which have no relation to any definable cause and leave no effect in the heart , pointing skyward with its finger into no paradise of the soul 24 WITH THE WITS.
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Seite 144 - Peace to all such ! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease; Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne...
Seite 131 - New distant scenes of endless science rise. So pleased at first the towering Alps we try, Mount o'er the vales, and seem to tread the sky ; The eternal snows appear already past, And the first clouds and mountains seem the last : But those attain'd, we tremble to survey The growing labours of the lengthen'd way ; The increasing prospect tires our wandering eyes, Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise...
Seite 115 - In Pope I cannot read a line, But with a sigh I wish it mine; When he can in one couplet fix More sense than I can do in six; It gives me such a jealous fit, I cry, "Pox take him and his wit!
Seite 193 - Some truths there are so near and obvious to the mind that a man need only open his eyes to see them. Such I take this important one to be, viz. that all the choir of heaven and furniture of the earth, in a word all those bodies which compose the mighty frame of the world, have not any subsistence without a mind...
Seite 258 - He knew every branch of history, both natural and civil ; had read all the original historians of England, France, and Italy; and was a great antiquarian. Criticism, metaphysics, morals, politics, made a principal part of his study ; voyages and travels of all sorts were his favourite amusements : and he had a fine taste in painting, prints, architecture, and gardening.
Seite 147 - Me, let the tender office long engage, To rock the cradle of reposing age, With lenient arts extend a mother's breath, Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death, Explore the thought, explain the asking eye, And keep a while one parent from the sky...
Seite 181 - Yet let me flap this bug with gilded wings, This painted child of dirt, that stinks and stings; Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys, Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys: So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite. Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way. Whether in florid impotence he speaks, And, as...
Seite 291 - LAST night ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine There fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shed Upon my soul between the kisses and the wine; And I was desolate and sick of an old passion, Yea, I was desolate and bowed my head: I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
Seite 129 - In the morning, after the priest had given him the last sacraments, he said, "There is nothing that is meritorious but virtue and friendship, and indeed friendship itself is only a part of virtue.
Seite 125 - After all this, it is surely superfluous to answer the question that has once been asked, Whether Pope was a poet ? otherwise than by asking in return, If Pope be not a poet, where is poetry to be found...