Half-hours with the best authors, selected by C. Knight, 1±Ç1847 |
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... better must follow the weaker . Before my meals , therefore , and after , I let myself loose from all thoughts , and now would forget that I ever studied ; a full mind takes away the body's appetite no less than a full body makes a dull ...
... better must follow the weaker . Before my meals , therefore , and after , I let myself loose from all thoughts , and now would forget that I ever studied ; a full mind takes away the body's appetite no less than a full body makes a dull ...
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... better tone from the constant habit of associating in thought with a class of thinkers , to say the least of it , above the average of humanity . It is morally impossible but that the manners should take a tinge of good breeding and ...
... better tone from the constant habit of associating in thought with a class of thinkers , to say the least of it , above the average of humanity . It is morally impossible but that the manners should take a tinge of good breeding and ...
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... better summed up than in the words of the Latin poet- " Emollit mores , nec sinit esse feros . " It civilizes the conduct of men - and suffers them not to remain bar- barous . " ] The difference of the degrees in which the individuals ...
... better summed up than in the words of the Latin poet- " Emollit mores , nec sinit esse feros . " It civilizes the conduct of men - and suffers them not to remain bar- barous . " ] The difference of the degrees in which the individuals ...
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... better beloved than ever she was . ' ' Peace ! ' quoth the count , and speak no more , and show this to no man living . ' ' Sir , ' said he , no more I shall . ' Then the count entered into imagination , and so came to the hour of his ...
... better beloved than ever she was . ' ' Peace ! ' quoth the count , and speak no more , and show this to no man living . ' ' Sir , ' said he , no more I shall . ' Then the count entered into imagination , and so came to the hour of his ...
27 ÆäÀÌÁö
... better : I know you'll drink a health to me . 5. THE SACK OF MAGDEBURG . [ WAR is a pompous thing , and to read of a glorious victory is an ex- citing occupation . But war cannot be understood unless we become familiar with some of the ...
... better : I know you'll drink a health to me . 5. THE SACK OF MAGDEBURG . [ WAR is a pompous thing , and to read of a glorious victory is an ex- citing occupation . But war cannot be understood unless we become familiar with some of the ...
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573 ÆäÀÌÁö - O'erhang his wavy bed : Now air is hushed, save where the weak-eyed bat With short, shrill shriek, flits by on leathern wing ; Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn, As oft he rises 'midst the twilight path, Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum...
395 ÆäÀÌÁö - I HEARD a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.
244 ÆäÀÌÁö - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
61 ÆäÀÌÁö - All this long eve, so balmy and serene, Have I been gazing on the western sky, And its peculiar tint of yellow green : And still I gaze — -and with how blank an eye ! And those thin clouds above, in flakes and bars, That give away their motion to the stars ; Those stars, that glide behind them or between, Now sparkling, now bedimmed, but always seen : Yon crescent Moon, as fixed as if it grew In its own cloudless, starless lake of blue ; I see them all so excellently fair, I see, not feel, how...
227 ÆäÀÌÁö - The Lord is the portion of mine inheritance and of my cup : thou maintainest my lot. The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places; yea, I have a goodly heritage.
394 ÆäÀÌÁö - Sweet air blow soft, mount larks aloft To give my Love good-morrow ! Wings from the wind to please her mind Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird, prune thy wing, nightingale sing, To give my Love good-morrow ; To give my Love good-morrow Notes from them both I'll borrow.
240 ÆäÀÌÁö - SPAKE full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth. by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine. Stars they are, wherein we read our history, As astrologers and seers of eld ; Yet not wrapped about with awful mystery, Like the burning stars, which they beheld.
380 ÆäÀÌÁö - For want of a nail the shoe was lost ; for want of a shoe the horse was lost ; and for want of a horse the rider was lost; ' being overtaken and slain by the enemy, all for want of a little care about a horse-shoe nail.
46 ÆäÀÌÁö - If any man among you seem to be religious, and bridleth not his tongue, but deceiveth his own heart, this man's religion is vain.
61 ÆäÀÌÁö - O Lady! we receive but what we give And in our life alone does Nature live: Ours is her wedding garment, ours her shroud! And would we aught behold of higher worth, Than that inanimate cold world allowed To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd, Ah! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth, Of all sweet sounds the life and element!