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... Praise of Poetry .. 43. Sir Walter Raleigh . The Folly of Ambition and Power of Death 48. Robert Burton . The Power of Francis Bacon : - 46 . 47 . From the Essays - Of Beauty 71 From the Essays - Of Defor- mity 73 Love 74 44. Richard ...
... Praise of Poetry .. 43. Sir Walter Raleigh . The Folly of Ambition and Power of Death 48. Robert Burton . The Power of Francis Bacon : - 46 . 47 . From the Essays - Of Beauty 71 From the Essays - Of Defor- mity 73 Love 74 44. Richard ...
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... praise the trees so straight and hy , The sayling pine , the cedar proud and tall , The vine - prop elme , the ... praise ; can is probably for gan , " much they began to praise . " Others take can as an auxiliary verb , equivalent to do ...
... praise the trees so straight and hy , The sayling pine , the cedar proud and tall , The vine - prop elme , the ... praise ; can is probably for gan , " much they began to praise . " Others take can as an auxiliary verb , equivalent to do ...
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... PRAISE OF POETRY . Sith , then , poetry is of all human learning the most ancient , and of most fatherly antiquity , as from whence other learnings have taken their beginnings ; ; - - Sith it is so universal that no learned nation doth ...
... PRAISE OF POETRY . Sith , then , poetry is of all human learning the most ancient , and of most fatherly antiquity , as from whence other learnings have taken their beginnings ; ; - - Sith it is so universal that no learned nation doth ...
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... praise new - born gawds , Though they are made and moulded of things past , And give to dust , that is a little gilt , More laud than gilt o'er - dusted . 35 The present eye praises the present object ; Then marvel not , thou great and ...
... praise new - born gawds , Though they are made and moulded of things past , And give to dust , that is a little gilt , More laud than gilt o'er - dusted . 35 The present eye praises the present object ; Then marvel not , thou great and ...
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... praise him . The evil that men do lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; 5 So let it be with Cæsar . The noble Brutus Hath told you Cæsar was ambitious : If it were so , it was a grievous fault ; And grievously ...
... praise him . The evil that men do lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; 5 So let it be with Cæsar . The noble Brutus Hath told you Cæsar was ambitious : If it were so , it was a grievous fault ; And grievously ...
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Side 70 - Read not to contradict and confute; nor to believe and take for granted; nor to find talk and discourse; but to weigh and consider. Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested; that is, some books are to be read only in parts; others to be read, but not curiously; and some few to be read wholly, and with diligence and attention.
Side 192 - I'm weary of conjectures : — this must end them. [Laying his hand on his sword. Thus am I doubly armed : my death and life, My bane and antidote, are both before me. This in a moment brings me to an end; But this informs me I shall never die. The soul, secured in her existence, smiles At the drawn dagger, and defies its point. The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The...
Side 238 - Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of Death?
Side 290 - All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.
Side 294 - What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady? What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape? What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?
Side 87 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more : Or close the wall up with our English dead. In peace there's nothing- so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears. Then imitate the action of the tiger; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood...
Side 217 - The notice which you have been pleased to take of my labours, had it been early, had been kind; but it has been delayed till I am indifferent, and cannot enjoy it; till I am solitary, and cannot impart it; till I am known, and do not want it. I hope it is no very cynical asperity not to confess obligations where no benefit has been received, or to be unwilling that the public should consider me as owing that to a patron, which Providence has enabled me to do for myself.
Side 302 - In darkness and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight; when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart — How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, O sylvan Wye! thou wanderer thro' the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee!
Side 98 - 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...
Side 254 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent Lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er ! Such fate to suffering worth is...