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... mind had been duly disciplined , he would have been a first - rate reasoner and a most formidable sophist . He has all the requisites from nature singular clearness , promptitude , and acuteness . When qccasion requires , he evinces a ...
... mind had been duly disciplined , he would have been a first - rate reasoner and a most formidable sophist . He has all the requisites from nature singular clearness , promptitude , and acuteness . When qccasion requires , he evinces a ...
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... mind into alto - relievos on the learned brow ; -there is nothing of this about O'Connell . On the contrary , his countenance and man- ners impress you with the notion , that he looks forward to the coming effort as to a pastime in ...
... mind into alto - relievos on the learned brow ; -there is nothing of this about O'Connell . On the contrary , his countenance and man- ners impress you with the notion , that he looks forward to the coming effort as to a pastime in ...
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... mind , not only in its moral but in its metaphysical peculiarities . Throw him upon any particular class of men ... minds , he contents himself with throwing off rather materials for reasoning than elaborate reasonings - mere fragments ...
... mind , not only in its moral but in its metaphysical peculiarities . Throw him upon any particular class of men ... minds , he contents himself with throwing off rather materials for reasoning than elaborate reasonings - mere fragments ...
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... mind from the more direct and legitimate aims of the art . We conceive , in the next place , that the more insignificant the object of the imitation is , the more trifling the result will be , and the less ought it to be at- tempted ...
... mind from the more direct and legitimate aims of the art . We conceive , in the next place , that the more insignificant the object of the imitation is , the more trifling the result will be , and the less ought it to be at- tempted ...
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... mind of cant ; ' I do not ask you to play ; but you must have often read , when you were a good little boy , that Vice to be hated needs but to be seen , ' and cannot have forgotten that the Spartans sometimes made their slaves drunk ...
... mind of cant ; ' I do not ask you to play ; but you must have often read , when you were a good little boy , that Vice to be hated needs but to be seen , ' and cannot have forgotten that the Spartans sometimes made their slaves drunk ...
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Сторінка 41 - Ye winds that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me ? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.
Сторінка 278 - And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
Сторінка 339 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, — often the surfeit of our own behaviour, — we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars...
Сторінка 536 - The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite ; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Сторінка 539 - O, let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was ; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time.
Сторінка 114 - I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on the recovery of my freedom, and, perhaps, the establishment of my fame. But my pride was soon humbled, and a sober melancholy was spread over my mind, by the idea that I had taken an everlasting leave of an old and agreeable companion, and that whatsoever might be the future date of my History, the life of the historian must be short and precarious.
Сторінка 113 - It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that I wrote the last lines of the last page, in a summer-house in my garden. After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent.
Сторінка 539 - Then what they do in present, Though less than yours in past, must o'ertop yours: For time is like a fashionable host, That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms outstretch'd as he would fly, Grasps in the comer. Welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing.
Сторінка 63 - Neither a borrower nor a lender be ; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
Сторінка 114 - After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent. I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on the recovery of my freedom, and, perhaps, the establishment of my fame.