Maurice Durant, Band 1A. Smith, 1875 |
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Seite 3 - Dreams, books, are each a world ; and books, we know, Are a substantial world, both pure and good : Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood, Our pastime and our happiness will grow.
Seite 25 - Grace was in all her steps. Heaven in her eye, In every gesture dignity and love.
Seite 57 - Some men are weary of the bonds of love; Yea, and by some men lightly art thou blamed. That from thy toils their lives they cannot move, And 'mid the ranks of men their manhood prove, Alas! O goddess, if thou slayest me What new immortal can I serve but thee?
Seite 215 - Now, by two-headed Janus, Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time: Some that will evermore peep through their eyes And laugh like parrots at a bag-piper, And other of such vinegar aspect That they'll not show their teeth in way of smile, Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable.
Seite 161 - Cursed be the social wants that sin against the strength of youth! Cursed be the social lies that warp us from the living truth! Cursed be the sickly forms that err from honest Nature's rule! Cursed be the gold that gilds the straitened forehead of the fool!
Seite 57 - And to all fame and honour was he dead, And to his one hope now is dead at last, Since all unholpen he is gone and past : Ah, the gods love not man, for certainly, He to his helper did not cease to cry.
Seite 57 - Nothing is better, I well think, Than love; the hidden well water Is not so delicate to drink.
Seite 57 - ... guile; Wilt thou be worse than these, and is thy smile A vain device of him who set thee here, An empty dream of some artificer?