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... kind of awe in approaching Shakspeare , even in his most playful moods ; we feel that he is so terribly in earnest . How- ever , in the comedy of the Twelfth Night , we find in a letter to Malvolio , a trout that was 66 to be caught ...
... kind of awe in approaching Shakspeare , even in his most playful moods ; we feel that he is so terribly in earnest . How- ever , in the comedy of the Twelfth Night , we find in a letter to Malvolio , a trout that was 66 to be caught ...
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... kind , or by praise of character , which the man of common sense , who can see a yard or two before him , estimates highly as a promissory note that can be turned to gold some day or other . He is practical , abjuring theory as the ...
... kind , or by praise of character , which the man of common sense , who can see a yard or two before him , estimates highly as a promissory note that can be turned to gold some day or other . He is practical , abjuring theory as the ...
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... , within my earthly mind , One constant thought runs ever through , That happiness could scarce be true , Without some commune with my kind . That friendship here were scarcely worth To be considered as 3 THE RUGBÆAN .
... , within my earthly mind , One constant thought runs ever through , That happiness could scarce be true , Without some commune with my kind . That friendship here were scarcely worth To be considered as 3 THE RUGBÆAN .
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... kind of feel- ing that the world , and the laws , were made for our benefit alone : the rejoicing in the right of private judgement on all subjects , now held so much the dearer , by the movement made so lately to deprive us of it . And ...
... kind of feel- ing that the world , and the laws , were made for our benefit alone : the rejoicing in the right of private judgement on all subjects , now held so much the dearer , by the movement made so lately to deprive us of it . And ...
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... kind . For what is the characteristic of the skylark ; not beauty of form or plumage , not even her song , for she cannot compare with the night- ingale . It is the soaring straight up into the sky , not deviating to the right or to the ...
... kind . For what is the characteristic of the skylark ; not beauty of form or plumage , not even her song , for she cannot compare with the night- ingale . It is the soaring straight up into the sky , not deviating to the right or to the ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Americanese Athens beautiful believe Bessie Big-side Bingham bright bright waves called calm character church Clement Cordery Covenanters cricket Crossley and Billington dark dead past death earth Eger England eyes fame fancy feeling fellow give glorious Gorgias Gosling Graham happy Harman hath heart heaven honour hope idea king labour language Lawrence Sheriff Leg byes light Lillywhite live look Marriott Martingell means mind morning mother nature never night Nimrod o'er opinion Parody perhaps Pickard Piran Plato pleasure poem poet poetry readers rest Robespierre romantic fiction round Rugby RUGBY SCHOOL Sandford seemed sense Shelley side Socrates song sorrow soul speak spirit style sure tell thee things thou thought tion told true truth TWOPENCE verse voice Wimberley wind wonder words write
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 26 - And all killing insects and gnawing worms, And things of obscene and unlovely forms, She bore in a basket of Indian woof, Into the rough woods far aloof, In a basket, of grasses and wild flowers full, The freshest her gentle hands could pull For the poor banished insects, whose intent, Although they did ill, was innocent.
Seite 57 - Labour's fair child, that languishes with wealth? Go then! and see them rising with the sun, Through a long course of daily toil to run; See them beneath the dog-star's raging heat, When the knees tremble and the temples beat ; Behold them, leaning on their scythes, look o'er The labour past, and toils to come explore; See them alternate suns and showers engage, And hoard up aches and anguish for their age...
Seite 41 - Half-grown as yet, a child, and vain — She cannot fight the fear of death. What is she, cut from love and faith. But some wild Pallas from the brain Of Demons? fiery-hot to burst All barriers in her onward race For power. Let her know her place; She is the second, not the first.
Seite 70 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
Seite 57 - ... their vulgar pride, Who, in their base contempt, the great deride ; Nor pride in learning, — though my clerk agreed, If fate should call him, Ashford might succeed ; Nor pride in rustic skill, although...
Seite 31 - Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each tomorrow Find us farther than today.
Seite 41 - HER eyes are homes of silent prayer, Nor other thought her mind admits But, he was dead, and there he sits, And he that brought him back is there. Then one deep love doth supersede All other, when her ardent gaze Roves from the living brother's face, And rests upon the Life indeed. All subtle thought, all curious fears, Borne down by gladness so complete, She bows, she bathes the Saviour's feet With costly spikenard and with tears.
Seite 31 - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time ; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Seite 110 - Men slander thee, my honest friend, And call thee in their pride, An emblem of their fickleness, Thou ever faithful guide. Each weak, unstable human mind A " weathercock " they call ; And thus, unthinkingly, mankind Abuse thee, one and all. They have no right to make thy name A by-word for their deeds : — They change their friends, their principles, Their fashions, and their creeds ; Whilst thou...
Seite 148 - He lived — for life may long be borne Ere sorrow break its chain ; Why comes not death...