The Continuity of LettersClarendon Press, 1923 - 273 стор. |
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... turn . Hereditary sovereignty obviously has disadvantages as well as advan- tages ; but the world will be a good deal older before it takes as much interest in a County Council as it does in a king . And this is still more certain of ...
... turn . Hereditary sovereignty obviously has disadvantages as well as advan- tages ; but the world will be a good deal older before it takes as much interest in a County Council as it does in a king . And this is still more certain of ...
Сторінка 65
... turn stage puppets into human beings ; and though kings and nobles are his chief actors his humanizing touch is not more conspicuous in them than in their servants . Indeed , the servants and clowns are often more living than their ...
... turn stage puppets into human beings ; and though kings and nobles are his chief actors his humanizing touch is not more conspicuous in them than in their servants . Indeed , the servants and clowns are often more living than their ...
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... turn her stones into soldiers at the call of the king , making lovely speeches to convince himself that " Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm from an anointed king , when at a stroke of bad news he is at once sure ...
... turn her stones into soldiers at the call of the king , making lovely speeches to convince himself that " Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm from an anointed king , when at a stroke of bad news he is at once sure ...
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... turn , and the very man to defy bell , book , and candle when the business is to make fat monks pay for the defence of the England in which they live so comfortably , he is as honest in deed as in word . It is not the men who say ' Gain ...
... turn , and the very man to defy bell , book , and candle when the business is to make fat monks pay for the defence of the England in which they live so comfortably , he is as honest in deed as in word . It is not the men who say ' Gain ...
Сторінка 74
John Cann Bailey. is a plain man and cannot turn his indignation into eloquence and poetry as Pembroke does : All murders past do stand excused in this , And this , so sole and so unmatchable , Shall give a holiness , a purity To the yet ...
John Cann Bailey. is a plain man and cannot turn his indignation into eloquence and poetry as Pembroke does : All murders past do stand excused in this , And this , so sole and so unmatchable , Shall give a holiness , a purity To the yet ...
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Сторінка 177 - Two Voices are there ; one is of the Sea, One of the Mountains ; each a mighty Voice : In both from age to age Thou didst rejoice, They were thy chosen Music, Liberty...
Сторінка 40 - Twilight gray had in her sober livery all things clad : Silence accompanied ; for Beast and Bird, they to their grassy couch, these to their nests, were slunk, — all but the wakeful nightingale; she, all night long, her amorous descant sung; Silence was pleased. Now...
Сторінка 26 - One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, Never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, Sleep to wake.
Сторінка 29 - Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark, what discord follows ! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy : the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe : Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead : Force should be right ; or rather, right and wrong (Between whose endless jar justice resides), Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
Сторінка 32 - This feather stirs; she lives! If it be so, It is a chance which does redeem all sorrows That ever I have felt.
Сторінка 177 - There came a tyrant, and with holy glee Thou fought'st against him ; but hast vainly striven : Thou from thy Alpine holds at length art driven, Where not a torrent murmurs heard by thee. Of one deep bliss thine ear hath been bereft : Then cleave, O cleave to that which still is left ; For, high-souled maid, what sorrow would it be That mountain floods should thunder as before, And ocean bellow from his rocky shore, And neither awful voice be heard by thee...
Сторінка 246 - Tis a note of enchantment ; what ails her ? She sees A mountain ascending, a vision of trees; Bright volumes of vapour through Lothbury glide, And a river flows on through the vale of Cheapside.
Сторінка 74 - A goodly portly man, i' faith, and a corpulent of a cheerful look, a pleasing eye, and a most noble: carriage ; and, as I think, his age some fifty, or, by'r lady, inclining to threescore, and now I remember me, his name is Falstaff: if that man should be lewdly given, he deceiveth me ; for, Harry, I see virtue in his looks. If then the tree may...
Сторінка 27 - All is best, though we oft doubt, What the unsearchable dispose Of highest wisdom brings about, And ever best found in the close.
Сторінка 262 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire; Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre...