Nugae Literariae: Prose and VerseHamilton, 1841 - 585 стор. |
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... asked such auxiliaries . The very terms of the poet are far from the manner of assurance . " Non omnis moriar , " is but an author's vanity . " Pulvis et umbra , " promise but an equal fragility to both . Cicero's phlegm is ...
... asked such auxiliaries . The very terms of the poet are far from the manner of assurance . " Non omnis moriar , " is but an author's vanity . " Pulvis et umbra , " promise but an equal fragility to both . Cicero's phlegm is ...
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... asked by Croesus , the king of Lydia , what man , of all he had ever seen , he thought most happy , -mentioned Tellus , an Athenian , who died honourably in the field of battle fighting for his country , leaving behind him virtuous ...
... asked by Croesus , the king of Lydia , what man , of all he had ever seen , he thought most happy , -mentioned Tellus , an Athenian , who died honourably in the field of battle fighting for his country , leaving behind him virtuous ...
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... asking him to his court , and Ptolemy sent him the royal compliment of an embassy . Dionysius welcomed Plato and consulted him on the most intricate affairs . And Alexander devoted a superb casket , which he obtained from the treasure ...
... asking him to his court , and Ptolemy sent him the royal compliment of an embassy . Dionysius welcomed Plato and consulted him on the most intricate affairs . And Alexander devoted a superb casket , which he obtained from the treasure ...
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... asked , cannot we be infallibly sure ? We reply , that we can be as certain as of the intuitive truth , that black is not white , -as of the mathematical truth , that the square of the hypothenuse is equal to the other two squares ...
... asked , cannot we be infallibly sure ? We reply , that we can be as certain as of the intuitive truth , that black is not white , -as of the mathematical truth , that the square of the hypothenuse is equal to the other two squares ...
Сторінка 158
... asked him whether he believed that she was no more ? " Certainly , " exclaimed the orator , " on her own word ; for I have heard her repeatedly say so for the last ten years . ” If it can be proved that any name has been 158 ON THE ...
... asked him whether he believed that she was no more ? " Certainly , " exclaimed the orator , " on her own word ; for I have heard her repeatedly say so for the last ten years . ” If it can be proved that any name has been 158 ON THE ...
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Сторінка 192 - I have almost forgot the taste of fears : The time has been, my senses would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me.
Сторінка 415 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceas'd : The which observ'd, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life ; which in their seeds, And weak beginnings, lie intreasured. Such things become the hatch and brood of time...
Сторінка 147 - ... if the invention of the ship was thought so noble, which carrieth riches and commodities from place to place, and consociateth the most remote regions in participation of their fruits, how much more are letters to be magnified, which, as ships, pass through the vast seas of time, and make ages so distant to participate of the wisdom, illuminations, and inventions, the one of the other?
Сторінка 213 - tis to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Сторінка 380 - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off...
Сторінка 401 - In sooth, I know not why I am so sad : It wearies me ; you say it wearies you ; But how I caught it, found it, or came by it, What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born, I am to learn ; And such a want-wit sadness makes of me. That I have much ado to know myself.
Сторінка 153 - But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think...
Сторінка 139 - WHAT is truth ?" said jesting Pilate, and would not stay for an answer. Certainly there be that delight in giddiness, and count it a bondage to fix a belief, affecting free-will in thinking as well as in acting. And though the sects of philosophers of that kind be gone, yet there remain certain discoursing wits which are of the same veins, though there be not so much blood in them as was in those of the ancients.
Сторінка 259 - When I was dry with rage and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, and trimly dress'd, Fresh as a bridegroom, and his chin new reap'd Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home.
Сторінка 146 - Between two worlds life hovers like a star, 'Twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge. How little do we know that which we are ! How less what we may be ! The eternal surge Of time and tide rolls on, and bears afar Our bubbles ; as the old burst, new emerge, Lash'd from the foam of ages ; while the graves Of empires heave but like some passing waves.