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... once written on a subject , it goes out of my mind : my feelings about it have been melted down into words , and them I forget . I have , as it were , discharged my memory of its habitual reckoning , and rubbed out the score of real ...
... once written on a subject , it goes out of my mind : my feelings about it have been melted down into words , and them I forget . I have , as it were , discharged my memory of its habitual reckoning , and rubbed out the score of real ...
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... once thinks of them , he is absorbed in the pursuit of a higher object ; he is intent , not on the means but on the end ; he is taken up , not with the difficulties , but with the triumph over them . As in the case of the anatomist ...
... once thinks of them , he is absorbed in the pursuit of a higher object ; he is intent , not on the means but on the end ; he is taken up , not with the difficulties , but with the triumph over them . As in the case of the anatomist ...
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... once , has received the stamp of truth , and left an image of itself behind . It is so far then placed beyond the possibility of doubt , or as the poet has it , " Those joys are lodg'd beyond the reach of fate . " It is not , however ...
... once , has received the stamp of truth , and left an image of itself behind . It is so far then placed beyond the possibility of doubt , or as the poet has it , " Those joys are lodg'd beyond the reach of fate . " It is not , however ...
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... once so bright Be now for ever vanish'd from my sight . Though nothing can bring back the hour Of glory in the grass , of splendour in the flower " — Or do yet am I mocked with a lie , when I venture to think of it ? I not drink in and ...
... once so bright Be now for ever vanish'd from my sight . Though nothing can bring back the hour Of glory in the grass , of splendour in the flower " — Or do yet am I mocked with a lie , when I venture to think of it ? I not drink in and ...
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... once vanish- ed , because it was not a prospect into futurity ? Was he wrong in finding more to interest him in it than in the next fifty years- which he did not live to see ; or if he had , what then ? Would they have been worth ...
... once vanish- ed , because it was not a prospect into futurity ? Was he wrong in finding more to interest him in it than in the next fifty years- which he did not live to see ; or if he had , what then ? Would they have been worth ...
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Table Talk: Opinions on Books, Men, and Things (Classic Reprint) William Hazlitt Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2019 |
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Side 144 - As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done : Perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright : To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
Side 30 - To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run: How many make the hour full complete, How many hours bring about the day, How many days will finish up the year, How many years a mortal man may live. When this is known, then to divide the times: So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself...
Side 30 - God ! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run: How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day ; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live.
Side 145 - O'er-run and trampled on: 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 out-stretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps in the comer : Welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing.
Side 27 - That heavy Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew : Nor did I wonder at the...
Side 31 - LAWRENCE, of virtuous father virtuous son, Now that the fields are dank, and ways are mire, Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fire Help waste a sullen day, what may be won From the hard season gaining? Time will run On smoother, till Favonius reinspire The frozen earth, and clothe in fresh attire The lily and rose, that neither sowed nor spun.
Side 31 - And lively cheer, of vigour born, The thoughtless day, the easy night, The spirits pure, the slumbers light That fly th
Side 30 - AVENGE, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our Fathers worshipped stocks and stones...
Side 88 - DUKE'S PALACE. [Enter DUKE, CURIO, LORDS; MUSICIANS attending.] DUKE. If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Side 32 - Purification in the old law did save, And such, as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind. Her face was...