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... reason of the brevity of his nine hundred years , as we of our threescore and ten . He would find as little to confute or to establish his theory . There is nothing visible by which we can fairly reckon the measure of our lives . It is ...
... reason of the brevity of his nine hundred years , as we of our threescore and ten . He would find as little to confute or to establish his theory . There is nothing visible by which we can fairly reckon the measure of our lives . It is ...
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... reason drawn from either physiology or analogy , why the most astonishing powers of intellect , the soundest sense , the most luxuriant imagination , should not take up their abode in those abridgments of human nature , called Dwarfs ...
... reason drawn from either physiology or analogy , why the most astonishing powers of intellect , the soundest sense , the most luxuriant imagination , should not take up their abode in those abridgments of human nature , called Dwarfs ...
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... . “ Then , Flavia , cease this idle rant , One solemn truth let Reason speak- When woman has no more to grant , Her lover has no more to seck . " ALFIERI'S FILIPPO AND SCHILLER'S DON CARLOS . THE circumstances of Epigram . 55 Epigram.
... . “ Then , Flavia , cease this idle rant , One solemn truth let Reason speak- When woman has no more to grant , Her lover has no more to seck . " ALFIERI'S FILIPPO AND SCHILLER'S DON CARLOS . THE circumstances of Epigram . 55 Epigram.
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... reason why I cannot tell , But yet this truth I know full well , I do not like thee , Doctor Fell . But though this aversion should be felt and acknowledged , it would still puzzle the observer to state from what particular feature of ...
... reason why I cannot tell , But yet this truth I know full well , I do not like thee , Doctor Fell . But though this aversion should be felt and acknowledged , it would still puzzle the observer to state from what particular feature of ...
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... reason , and so pal- pably unjust in itself ? Some persons will go so far towards justifying themselves , that they will deny ever having been mistaken in their ideas of an indi- vidual , after having once looked him in the face ; and ...
... reason , and so pal- pably unjust in itself ? Some persons will go so far towards justifying themselves , that they will deny ever having been mistaken in their ideas of an indi- vidual , after having once looked him in the face ; and ...
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Página 415 - The moon shines bright : — In such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they did make no noise...
Página 491 - Sweet Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die.
Página 238 - Purification in the old law did save, And such, as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind. Her face was...
Página 236 - Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Página 237 - LAWRENCE, of virtuous father virtuous son, Now that the fields are dank, and ways are mire, Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fire Help waste a sullen day, what may be won From the hard season gaining? Time will run On smoother, till Favonius reinspire The frozen earth, and clothe in fresh attire The lily and rose, that neither sowed nor spun.
Página 551 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny : You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face ; You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Página 236 - CROMWELL, our chief of men, who through a cloud Not of war only, but detractions rude, Guided by faith and matchless fortitude, To peace and truth thy glorious way hast ploughed...
Página 220 - God Almighty first planted a garden; and, indeed, it is the purest of human pleasures; it is the greatest refreshment to the spirits of man; without which buildings and palaces are but gross handyworks...
Página 491 - This dish of meat is too good for any but Anglers, or very honest men ; and I trust, you will prove both, and therefore I have trusted you with this secret.
Página 237 - When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not : in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans The vales redoubled to the hills and they To heaven.