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... never any use in spending time over one's unfitness for any kind of work : the only thing to do is to make oneself as fit as one can and think no more about it . But there is something else . It is not merely a matter of unfitness . It ...
... never any use in spending time over one's unfitness for any kind of work : the only thing to do is to make oneself as fit as one can and think no more about it . But there is something else . It is not merely a matter of unfitness . It ...
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... never came upon such things as these words of Odysseus to Nausicaa : σοὶ δὲ θεοὶ τόσα δοῖεν ὅσα φρεσὶ σῇσι μενοινᾷς , ἄνδρα τε καὶ οἶκον καὶ ὁμοφροσύνην ὀπάσειαν ἐσθλήν · οὐ μὲν γὰρ τοῦ γε κρεῖσσον καὶ ἄρειον ἢ ὅθ ̓ ὁμοφρονέοντε ...
... never came upon such things as these words of Odysseus to Nausicaa : σοὶ δὲ θεοὶ τόσα δοῖεν ὅσα φρεσὶ σῇσι μενοινᾷς , ἄνδρα τε καὶ οἶκον καὶ ὁμοφροσύνην ὀπάσειαν ἐσθλήν · οὐ μὲν γὰρ τοῦ γε κρεῖσσον καὶ ἄρειον ἢ ὅθ ̓ ὁμοφρονέοντε ...
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... never do without them . ' The advice not only saved the author much labour : it saved the book from failure and contempt . For if life without art is apt to be tedious , art without life is intolerable . Lord Roberts's book may not be ...
... never do without them . ' The advice not only saved the author much labour : it saved the book from failure and contempt . For if life without art is apt to be tedious , art without life is intolerable . Lord Roberts's book may not be ...
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... never overpraise Chaucer . What we should have been without him no one can say . He first made us European : he gathered his subjects and learnt his art from the greatest European masters of his own day and of the days before him , and ...
... never overpraise Chaucer . What we should have been without him no one can say . He first made us European : he gathered his subjects and learnt his art from the greatest European masters of his own day and of the days before him , and ...
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... never reached . It lacks lucidity and order , two of the greatest lessons which the new world was learning of the classics . In these respects it remains in the stage of artistic childhood : the story seems often to wander at its own ...
... never reached . It lacks lucidity and order , two of the greatest lessons which the new world was learning of the classics . In these respects it remains in the stage of artistic childhood : the story seems often to wander at its own ...
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Page 177 - Two Voices are there ; one is of the Sea, One of the Mountains ; each a mighty Voice : In both from age to age Thou didst rejoice, They were thy chosen Music, Liberty...
Page 40 - Twilight gray had in her sober livery all things clad : Silence accompanied ; for Beast and Bird, they to their grassy couch, these to their nests, were slunk, — all but the wakeful nightingale; she, all night long, her amorous descant sung; Silence was pleased. Now...
Page 26 - One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, Never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, Sleep to wake.
Page 29 - Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark, what discord follows ! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy : the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe : Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead : Force should be right ; or rather, right and wrong (Between whose endless jar justice resides), Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
Page 32 - This feather stirs; she lives! If it be so, It is a chance which does redeem all sorrows That ever I have felt.
Page 177 - There came a tyrant, and with holy glee Thou fought'st against him ; but hast vainly striven : Thou from thy Alpine holds at length art driven, Where not a torrent murmurs heard by thee. Of one deep bliss thine ear hath been bereft : Then cleave, O cleave to that which still is left ; For, high-souled maid, what sorrow would it be That mountain floods should thunder as before, And ocean bellow from his rocky shore, And neither awful voice be heard by thee...
Page 246 - Tis a note of enchantment ; what ails her ? She sees A mountain ascending, a vision of trees; Bright volumes of vapour through Lothbury glide, And a river flows on through the vale of Cheapside.
Page 74 - A goodly portly man, i' faith, and a corpulent of a cheerful look, a pleasing eye, and a most noble: carriage ; and, as I think, his age some fifty, or, by'r lady, inclining to threescore, and now I remember me, his name is Falstaff: if that man should be lewdly given, he deceiveth me ; for, Harry, I see virtue in his looks. If then the tree may...
Page 27 - All is best, though we oft doubt, What the unsearchable dispose Of highest wisdom brings about, And ever best found in the close.
Page 262 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire; Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre...