With the Wits: Shelburne Essays, Tenth Series, Band 10Houghton Mifflin, 1919 - 311 Seiten |
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... woman ; and they have been shown Both . But it was the folly of thy youth To think this beauty , to what land soe'er It shall be called , shall stoop to any second . I do enjoy the best , and in that height Have sworn to stand or die ...
... woman ; and they have been shown Both . But it was the folly of thy youth To think this beauty , to what land soe'er It shall be called , shall stoop to any second . I do enjoy the best , and in that height Have sworn to stand or die ...
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... each indeed cunningly con- ceived and expressed , but giving us in the end nothing we can grasp as a whole and comprehend no woman at all , unless mere random passion- ateness can be accounted such . And this sense of 8 WITH THE WITS.
... each indeed cunningly con- ceived and expressed , but giving us in the end nothing we can grasp as a whole and comprehend no woman at all , unless mere random passion- ateness can be accounted such . And this sense of 8 WITH THE WITS.
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... woman : analyse as we will , we cannot say that this act of hers was virtuous and this criminal , or that this act was expressive of her real nature and this act was forced from her by circumstances ; for the reason that we cannot ...
... woman : analyse as we will , we cannot say that this act of hers was virtuous and this criminal , or that this act was expressive of her real nature and this act was forced from her by circumstances ; for the reason that we cannot ...
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... woman ; And ever when I part with you Dem . You shall not ; These tears are like prodigious signs , my sweet one , I shall come back , loaden with fame , to honour thee . Cel . I hope you shall . But then , my dear Demetrius , When you ...
... woman ; And ever when I part with you Dem . You shall not ; These tears are like prodigious signs , my sweet one , I shall come back , loaden with fame , to honour thee . Cel . I hope you shall . But then , my dear Demetrius , When you ...
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... by any woman of our present world who should chance upon its pages . Yet I gravely suspect that it speaks the shrewd truth , and that a young wo- man who looks for substantial happiness may still profit by 44 WITH THE WITS.
... by any woman of our present world who should chance upon its pages . Yet I gravely suspect that it speaks the shrewd truth , and that a young wo- man who looks for substantial happiness may still profit by 44 WITH THE WITS.
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acts Addison Æschylus amusement Aphra Behn Arbuthnot Aubrey Beardsley Beaumont and Fletcher beauty Behn Behn's Berkeley Berkeley's Bernbaum Bolingbroke called character charm comedy Country Wife criticism cynicism death Deism doubt drama dramatists Duke of Wharton Dunciad emotions England English essay Euripides evil feeling fools G. P. Putnam's Sons genius Gray Gray's Halifax heart Hippolytus honour human nature imagination judgement kind King Lady Mary Lady Mary's least letters literary literature live Lord Maid's Tragedy malice mankind ment mind Montagu moral never Oroonoko passion perhaps philosophy play poems poet poetry political Pope Pope's Puritan Queen religion satire scene seemed sense society soul spirit Swift tender thing thou thought tion to-day tragedy true truth Twickenham verse virtue Walpole Whig whole wife woman words Wortley write wrote ye's you's young
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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 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 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 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 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...
Seite 144 - Dreading e'en fools, by flatterers besieged, And so obliging, that he ne'er obliged; Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause; While wits and Templars every sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise — Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he? What though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaster'd posts, with claps, in capitals? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers load, On wings of winds came flying...