The Essays of EliaE. Moxon, 1869 - 436 páginas |
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... king holding a private purse ; and the thoughts of Bigod were all regal . Thus furnished by the very act of disfurnishment ; getting rid of the cumbersome luggage of riches , more apt ( as one sings ) To slacken virtue , and abate her ...
... king holding a private purse ; and the thoughts of Bigod were all regal . Thus furnished by the very act of disfurnishment ; getting rid of the cumbersome luggage of riches , more apt ( as one sings ) To slacken virtue , and abate her ...
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... king or cobbler . No one ever regarded the first of January with indifference . It is that from which all date their time , and count upon what is left . It is the nativity of our common Adam . Of all sound of all bells- ( bells , the ...
... king or cobbler . No one ever regarded the first of January with indifference . It is that from which all date their time , and count upon what is left . It is the nativity of our common Adam . Of all sound of all bells- ( bells , the ...
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... King " all my life ; whistling and humming of it over to myself in solitary corners ; and am not yet arrived , they tell me , within many quavers of it . Yet hath the loyalty of Elia never been impeached . I am not without suspicion ...
... King " all my life ; whistling and humming of it over to myself in solitary corners ; and am not yet arrived , they tell me , within many quavers of it . Yet hath the loyalty of Elia never been impeached . I am not without suspicion ...
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... King Pandion , he is dead , All thy friends are lapt in lead.— - , thy last Nevertheless , noble R- come in , and take your seat here , between Armado and Quisada ; for in true courtesy , in gravity , in fantastic smiling to thyself ...
... King Pandion , he is dead , All thy friends are lapt in lead.— - , thy last Nevertheless , noble R- come in , and take your seat here , between Armado and Quisada ; for in true courtesy , in gravity , in fantastic smiling to thyself ...
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... king John's days . I know less geography than a schoolboy of six weeks ' standing . To me a map of old Ortelius is as authentic as Arrowsmith . I do not know whereabout Africa merges into Asia ; whether Ethiopia lie in one or other of ...
... king John's days . I know less geography than a schoolboy of six weeks ' standing . To me a map of old Ortelius is as authentic as Arrowsmith . I do not know whereabout Africa merges into Asia ; whether Ethiopia lie in one or other of ...
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Página 136 - Here at the fountain's sliding foot, 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.
Página 161 - Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish, or a sparrow fall, Atoms or systems into ruin hurled, And now a bubble burst, and now a world.
Página 136 - What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The nectarine, and curious peach, Into my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
Página 33 - How have I seen the casual passer through the cloisters stand still, entranced with admiration (while he weighed the disproportion between the speech and the garb of the young Mirandula), to hear thee unfold, in thy deep and sweet intonations, the mysteries of Jamblichus or Plotinus (for even in those years thou waxedst not pale at such philosophic draughts), or reciting Homer in his Greek, or Pindar — while the walls of the old Grey Friars re-echoed to the accents of the inspired charity-boy...
Página 78 - What song the Syrens sang, or what name Achilles assumed when he hid himself among women, though puzzling questions, are not beyond all conjecture.
Página 100 - Ye have the account Of my performance : what remains, ye gods ! But up, and enter now into full bliss ?" So having said, a while he stood, expecting Their universal shout, and high applause, To fill his ear ; when, contrary, he hears On all sides, from innumerable tongues, A dismal universal hiss, the sound Of public scorn...
Página 191 - Thus this custom of firing houses continued, till in process of time, says my manuscript, a sage arose, like our Locke, who made a discovery that the flesh of swine, or indeed of any other animal, might be cooked (burnt, as they called it) without the necessity of consuming a whole house to dress it. Then first began the rude form of a gridiron. Roasting by the string or spit came in a century or two later, I forget in whose dynasty. By such slow degrees, concludes the manuscript, do the most useful,...
Página 135 - Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green. Ah! yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand, Steal from his figure and no pace perceived...
Página 335 - Despair at me doth throw. 0 make in me those civil wars to cease: 1 will good tribute pay, if thou do so. Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed, A chamber deaf to noise and blind to light, A rosy garland and a weary head: And if these things, as being thine by right, Move not thy heavy grace, thou shalt in me, Livelier than elsewhere, Stella's image see.
Página 34 - I behold like a Spanish great galleon, and an English man-of-war ; Master Jonson (like the former) was built far higher in learning ; solid, but slow in his performances. Shakespeare with the English man-ofwar, lesser in bulk, but lighter in sailing, could turn with all tides, tack about and take advantage of all winds, by the quickness of his wit and invention.