By-ways Among BooksW. Rae, 1900 - Всего страниц: 193 |
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... Lossie , the first of Horace's Satires- for he had Horace in his hand- ' Qui fit Maecenas , ut nemo , ' & c . , led us into talking one to the other of the storms and troubles of this human life . " Ogilvie , who FLORENTIUS VOLUSENUS 5.
... Lossie , the first of Horace's Satires- for he had Horace in his hand- ' Qui fit Maecenas , ut nemo , ' & c . , led us into talking one to the other of the storms and troubles of this human life . " Ogilvie , who FLORENTIUS VOLUSENUS 5.
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David James Mackenzie. troubles of this human life . " Ogilvie , who seems to have been the younger of the two , turning to Wilson , prays him to shed some light on these questionings for their friendship's sake . " Come back to - morrow ...
David James Mackenzie. troubles of this human life . " Ogilvie , who seems to have been the younger of the two , turning to Wilson , prays him to shed some light on these questionings for their friendship's sake . " Come back to - morrow ...
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... human life more than any other discovery since history began . Like all great discoveries , this last looks so simple and obvious a thing that we marvel less at the genius that hit upon it , than at the unaccountable obtuseness of the ...
... human life more than any other discovery since history began . Like all great discoveries , this last looks so simple and obvious a thing that we marvel less at the genius that hit upon it , than at the unaccountable obtuseness of the ...
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... human than literary - in the names we find written and sometimes scribbled on the margins of old books . I remember once buying a dirty little volume of commonplace Latin epigrams - not for the epigrams , but because there was written ...
... human than literary - in the names we find written and sometimes scribbled on the margins of old books . I remember once buying a dirty little volume of commonplace Latin epigrams - not for the epigrams , but because there was written ...
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... human hearts . I have many volumes too with the autograph of John Hill Burton , the prince of book - hunters . But there is one little book that I prize higher than any of these in this connection . It is interesting in itself , for it ...
... human hearts . I have many volumes too with the autograph of John Hill Burton , the prince of book - hunters . But there is one little book that I prize higher than any of these in this connection . It is interesting in itself , for it ...
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Стр. 91 - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
Стр. 93 - In a drear-nighted December Too happy, happy Tree Thy branches ne'er remember Their green felicity : The north cannot undo them With a sleety whistle through them, Nor frozen thawings glue them From budding at the prime. In a drear-nighted December Too happy, happy Brook Thy bubblings ne'er remember Apollo's summer look; But with a sweet forgetting They stay their crystal fretting, Never, never petting About the frozen time.
Стр. 75 - Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Looked at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Стр. 89 - Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold; Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seemed taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith.
Стр. 88 - And she forgot the stars, the moon, and sun, And she forgot the blue above the trees, And she forgot the dells where waters run, And she forgot the chilly autumn breeze...
Стр. 131 - Thy borders are in the midst of the seas, thy builders have perfected thy beauty. They have made all thy ship boards of fir trees of Senir: they have taken cedars from Lebanon to make masts for thee. Of the oaks of Bashan have they made thine oars; the company of the Ashurites have made thy benches of ivory, brought out of the isles of Chittim.
Стр. 87 - Then in a silken scarf, — sweet with the dews Of precious flowers pluck'd in Araby, And divine liquids come with odorous ooze Through the cold serpent-pipe refreshfully, She wrapp'd it up; and for its tomb did choose A garden-pot, wherein she laid it by, And cover'd it with mould, and o'er it set Sweet Basil, which her tears kept ever wet.
Стр. 125 - And they sat down to eat bread ; and they lifted up their eyes, and looked, and behold, a company of Ishmaelites came from Gilead with their camels, bearing spicery, and balm, and myrrh, going to carry it down to Egypt.
Стр. 78 - Who lov'st to see the hamadryads dress Their ruffled locks where meeting hazels darken ; And through whole solemn hours dost sit, and hearken The dreary melody of bedded reeds — In desolate places, where dank moisture breeds...
Стр. 157 - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower.