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... becoming superficial . The ground to be gone over presents , now and then , a thorny question , which must be re- moved before the path can be rendered clear and smooth . A writer of literary history is incompetent to address any class ...
... becoming superficial . The ground to be gone over presents , now and then , a thorny question , which must be re- moved before the path can be rendered clear and smooth . A writer of literary history is incompetent to address any class ...
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... become more or less republican since that era ; but their popular governments had no such favourable soil for yielding the fruits of improvement as that of Athens . Crete , where the first germs of civilization sprang up , fell , after ...
... become more or less republican since that era ; but their popular governments had no such favourable soil for yielding the fruits of improvement as that of Athens . Crete , where the first germs of civilization sprang up , fell , after ...
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... become a spectator and a party by an honest and unpretending sympathy with the joys and sorrows of his fellows . His sketches are obviously taken from life , and have all the vigour and freshness which a pedestrian traveller might be ...
... become a spectator and a party by an honest and unpretending sympathy with the joys and sorrows of his fellows . His sketches are obviously taken from life , and have all the vigour and freshness which a pedestrian traveller might be ...
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... becomes insane after this terrible catastrophe , and is watched with unwearied tenderness by Aline . But we will not further spoil the pleasure of our readers by disclosing the author's secrets . There are two comic parts in the tale ...
... becomes insane after this terrible catastrophe , and is watched with unwearied tenderness by Aline . But we will not further spoil the pleasure of our readers by disclosing the author's secrets . There are two comic parts in the tale ...
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... become miserably injured ; legs , arms , and heads drop off , the paint is washed away , and the whole assumes a very curious appearance , until the annual repairs take place , after which the statues recover their lost limbs , and the ...
... become miserably injured ; legs , arms , and heads drop off , the paint is washed away , and the whole assumes a very curious appearance , until the annual repairs take place , after which the statues recover their lost limbs , and the ...
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425 ÆäÀÌÁö - O good old man ; how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for duty, not for meed ! Thou art not for the fashion of these times, Where none will sweat, but for promotion; And having that, do choke their service up Even with the having: it is not so with thee.
46 ÆäÀÌÁö - Piety displays Her mouldering roll, the piercing eye explores New manners, and the pomp of elder days, Whence culls the pensive bard his pictured stores. Nor rough nor barren are the winding ways Of hoar antiquity, but strown with flowers.
132 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
132 ÆäÀÌÁö - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious! But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever; Or like the borealis race That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tam maun ride; That hour, o...
263 ÆäÀÌÁö - Sueil has bound ! Lo, some are vellum, and the rest as good, For all his lordship knows, — but they are wood! For Locke or Milton 'tis in vain to look ; These shelves admit not any modern book.
488 ÆäÀÌÁö - Where London's column, pointing to the skies Like a tall bully, lifts its head and lies.
67 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thy silver hairs I see, So still, so sadly bright ! And father, father ! but for me, They had not been so white ! I bore thee down, high heart ! at last. No longer couldst thou strive ; — Oh, for one moment of the past, To kneel and say —
69 ÆäÀÌÁö - Sol, and dissolved pearl (Apicius' diet 'gainst the epilepsy), And I will eat these broths with spoons of amber, Headed with diamond and carbuncle. My footboy shall eat pheasants...
484 ÆäÀÌÁö - AH ! who can tell how hard it is to climb The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar ; Ah ! who can tell how many a soul sublime Has felt the influence of malignant star, And waged with Fortune an eternal war...
67 ÆäÀÌÁö - Oh, father ! is it vain, This late remorse and deep ? Speak to me, father ! once again, I weep — behold, I weep ! Alas ! my guilty pride and ire ! Were but this work undone, I would give England's crown, my sire ! To hear thee bless thy son.