Nugae Literariae: Prose and VerseHamilton, 1841 - 585 стор. |
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... stand that a man in modern times who does not wish to commit himself to a certain belief , —to an avowal of a moral character and a moral government on the part of the Great First Cause , -will feel himself relieved by such general ...
... stand that a man in modern times who does not wish to commit himself to a certain belief , —to an avowal of a moral character and a moral government on the part of the Great First Cause , -will feel himself relieved by such general ...
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... stand or fall together . The latter also found the necessity of borrowing the typical key from the former . It is only the poetry of Virgil which would make the gods of Egypt fight against those of Rome . * And thence arose one of the ...
... stand or fall together . The latter also found the necessity of borrowing the typical key from the former . It is only the poetry of Virgil which would make the gods of Egypt fight against those of Rome . * And thence arose one of the ...
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... stand two - thirds of the day , before the image of the deity . He is commanded , in a way he must not declare , to abstain from any gratifying eating , that is , from any thing but was absolutely required for subsistence , from all ...
... stand two - thirds of the day , before the image of the deity . He is commanded , in a way he must not declare , to abstain from any gratifying eating , that is , from any thing but was absolutely required for subsistence , from all ...
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... stand what ingenuity can do with such legends . Isis was consi- dered , in fine , the goddess of goddesses , as Osiris was the god of gods , the Demiurgus . She therefore assumes any form . She appropriates every perfection . It was in ...
... stand what ingenuity can do with such legends . Isis was consi- dered , in fine , the goddess of goddesses , as Osiris was the god of gods , the Demiurgus . She therefore assumes any form . She appropriates every perfection . It was in ...
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... stand- ards , the solemn bringing home of the slain , the sumptuous though empty car which represented them who could not be found among those that had fallen on the battle - field or wave , the piercing laments of the female kindred ...
... stand- ards , the solemn bringing home of the slain , the sumptuous though empty car which represented them who could not be found among those that had fallen on the battle - field or wave , the piercing laments of the female kindred ...
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Æneid Æschylus amidst ancient Anglo-Saxon appears Aristophanes asked Bacchus beauty boast brain called character Cicero common course Craniology death dialect divine earth Eleans Eleusis enquiry Euripides evil express Falstaff fame father favour fear feel Games genius give gods Grecian Greece Greek head heart heaven Hercules Herodotus heroes Homer honour human idea impression intellectual Iphitus Julius Cæsar Jupiter king language Latin living look Macbeth means ment mind moral mysteries nations nature never noble Olympia Olympic Olympic Games once original Osiris Palæstra passion Pausanias peculiar perfect perhaps person philosophy Pindar Plato Plutarch poet probably prove quæ race Roman Rome sacred Saxon says scarcely scene seems sentiment Shakspeare signifies solemn Sophocles soul sound speak species spirit strange supposed temple thee thing thou thought Thucydides tion tragedy truth virtue word
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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.