EssaysMacmillan, 1896 - 312 էջ |
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... characters that puts Theophrastus into the shade , was the only man he ever admitted , on his reputation as a wit , into the sacred society of Merton . For such intellects as he desired , he made search in a way that was then described ...
... characters that puts Theophrastus into the shade , was the only man he ever admitted , on his reputation as a wit , into the sacred society of Merton . For such intellects as he desired , he made search in a way that was then described ...
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... character which could afford to dispense with social orna- ment ; the habit of a dreamy yet active mind , so bent upon reverie and so strenuous in thought , that it could not bear to waste time and trouble upon things that were ...
... character which could afford to dispense with social orna- ment ; the habit of a dreamy yet active mind , so bent upon reverie and so strenuous in thought , that it could not bear to waste time and trouble upon things that were ...
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... , he had but a momentary interest in it ; and , like the Sibyl , he saw the wind whirl the leaves about , without regard to the precious characters they bore . Once or twice the humour took him to sketch himself A Minute Philosopher 21.
... , he had but a momentary interest in it ; and , like the Sibyl , he saw the wind whirl the leaves about , without regard to the precious characters they bore . Once or twice the humour took him to sketch himself A Minute Philosopher 21.
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... character might hope to react upon a large section of the community . Charles II . was undeniably a clever man , and made the most of a very difficult position . He was not a high - minded man in any sense of the word , and he was ...
... character might hope to react upon a large section of the community . Charles II . was undeniably a clever man , and made the most of a very difficult position . He was not a high - minded man in any sense of the word , and he was ...
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... character . Its elementari- ness consists in the fact that the characters are labelled and classified : there can be no mistake about the effects intended to be produced , and the success of such work must depend upon the humour , the ...
... character . Its elementari- ness consists in the fact that the characters are labelled and classified : there can be no mistake about the effects intended to be produced , and the success of such work must depend upon the humour , the ...
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Էջ 277 - Does the road wind up-hill all the way ? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my friend. But is there for the night a resting-place ? A roof for when the slow dark hours begin. May not the darkness hide it from my face ? You cannot miss that inn.
Էջ 212 - OH, TO BE in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf, While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough In England - now...
Էջ 196 - There are in this loud stunning tide Of human care and crime, With whom the melodies abide Of the everlasting chime ; Who carry music in their heart Through dusky lane and wrangling mart, Plying their daily task with busier feet, Because their secret souls a holy strain repeat.
Էջ 104 - You think no doubt he sits and muses On future broken bones and bruises, If he should chance to fall ; No not a single thought like that Employs his philosophic pate, Or troubles it at all.
Էջ 169 - Felpham is a sweet place for study, because it is more spiritual than London. Heaven opens here on all sides her golden gates : her windows are not obstructed by vapours ; voices of celestial inhabitants are more distinctly heard and their forms more distinctly seen ; and my cottage is also a shadow of their houses.
Էջ 103 - THERE is a bird, who by his coat, And by the hoarseness of his note, Might be supposed a crow; A great frequenter of the church, Where bishoplike he finds a perch, And dormitory too. Above the steeple shines a plate, That turns and turns, to indicate From what point blows the weather. Look up— your brains begin to swim, 'Tis in the clouds— that pleases him, He chooses it the rather.
Էջ 75 - Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide; There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets and combs its silver wings, And, till prepared for longer flight, Waves in its plumes the various light.
Էջ 281 - In the bleak mid-winter Long ago. Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him, Nor earth sustain; Heaven and earth shall flee away When He comes to reign: In the bleak mid-winter A stable-place sufficed The Lord God Almighty Jesus Christ.
Էջ 274 - BIRTHDAY. My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a watered shoot ; My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit ; My heart is like a rainbow shell That paddles in a halcyon sea ; My heart is gladder than all these, Because my love is come to me.
Էջ 287 - Her pleasant lot. She left the rosy morn, She left the fields of corn, For twilight cold and lorn And water springs. Through sleep, as through a veil, She sees the sky look pale, And hears the nightingale That sadly sings. Rest, rest, a perfect rest Shed over brow and breast; Her face is toward the west, The purple land. She cannot see the grain Ripening on hill and plain ; She cannot feel the rain Upon her hand. Rest, rest, for evermore Upon a mossy shore ; Rest, rest at the heart's core Till time...