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Сторінка 237 - ... cometh to you with words set in delightful proportion, either accompanied with or prepared for the well-enchanting skill of music, and with a tale, forsooth ; he cometh unto you, with a tale, which holdeth children from play and old men from the chimney-corner...
Сторінка 246 - Who is here so base that would be a bondman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so vile that will not love his country? If any, speak; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.
Сторінка 246 - Had you rather Caesar were living, and die all slaves ; than that Caesar were dead, to live all free men ? As Cassar loved me, I weep for him ; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him: but, as he was ambitious, I slew him : There is tears, for his love; joy, for his fortune ; honour, for his valour; and death, for his ambition.
Сторінка 127 - Yes, Heaven is thine; but this Is a world of sweets and sours; Our flowers are merely — flowers, And the shadow of thy perfect bliss Is the sunshine of ours.
Сторінка 251 - It is worthy the observing, that there is no passion in the mind of man so weak, but it mates, and masters, the fear of death : and therefore death is no such terrible enemy, when a man hath so many attendants, about him, that can win the combat of him. Revenge triumphs over death; love slights it; honour aspireth to it; grief flieth to it; fear pre-occupateth it...
Сторінка 234 - ... comfort : here a shepherd's boy piping, as though he should never be old ; there a young shepherdess knitting, and withal singing, and it seemed that her voice comforted her hands to work, and her hands kept time to her voice-music.
Сторінка 236 - Now, therein, of all sciences (I speak still of human, and according to the human conceit,) is our poet the monarch. For he doth not only show the way, but giveth so sweet a prospect into the way, as will entice any man to enter into it...
Сторінка 41 - Thou shalt not make to thyself any graven image, nor the likeness of any thing that is in heaven above, or in the earth beneath, or in the waters under the earth.
Сторінка 107 - Revived, with finer harmony pursued; Of all that is most beauteous — imaged there In happier beauty ; more pellucid streams, An ampler ether, a diviner air...
Сторінка 23 - ... the voluminous leaf, as it turned over; and though the soul might slumber with an hieroglyphic veil of inscrutable mysteries drawn over it, yet it was in a slumber ill-exchanged for all the sharpened realities of sense, wit, fancy, or reason. My father's life was comparatively a dream; but it was a dream of infinity and eternity, of death, the resurrection, and a judgment to come!