Nugae Literariae: Prose and VerseHamilton, 1841 - 585 páginas |
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... terms so gross as Juno allows her tongue ? What female bosom was ever so relentless ? Well may Virgil speak of " sævæ memorem Junonis ob iram ; " and enquire , " Tantæne animis celestibus iræ ? " Her large blue eyes , which Homer ...
... terms so gross as Juno allows her tongue ? What female bosom was ever so relentless ? Well may Virgil speak of " sævæ memorem Junonis ob iram ; " and enquire , " Tantæne animis celestibus iræ ? " Her large blue eyes , which Homer ...
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... term them ) and the reverence Of the grave wearers . O , the sacrifice ! How ceremonious , solemn , and unearthly It was in the offering ! Cleomenes . But , of all , the burst And the ear - deafening voice of the oracle , Kin to Jove's ...
... term them ) and the reverence Of the grave wearers . O , the sacrifice ! How ceremonious , solemn , and unearthly It was in the offering ! Cleomenes . But , of all , the burst And the ear - deafening voice of the oracle , Kin to Jove's ...
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... terms of the poet are far from the manner of assurance . " Non omnis moriar , " is but an author's vanity . " Pulvis et umbra , " promise but an equal fragility to both . Cicero's phlegm is characteristic : " Et si non ero , sensu ...
... terms of the poet are far from the manner of assurance . " Non omnis moriar , " is but an author's vanity . " Pulvis et umbra , " promise but an equal fragility to both . Cicero's phlegm is characteristic : " Et si non ero , sensu ...
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... term of an Olympiad . " It enters the fifth year , but is only just the revolution of the four . Therefore it was called Tega- It commenced on the first full moon after the summer solstice . The month was the Hecatombæon , our July . As ...
... term of an Olympiad . " It enters the fifth year , but is only just the revolution of the four . Therefore it was called Tega- It commenced on the first full moon after the summer solstice . The month was the Hecatombæon , our July . As ...
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... terms for my theme ; that borne aloft in the chariot of poesy , my courage and masterdom were equal to my soaring . " " These encomiastic lines shall go forth , requiring and enciting the publication of future annals , and bind far ...
... terms for my theme ; that borne aloft in the chariot of poesy , my courage and masterdom were equal to my soaring . " " These encomiastic lines shall go forth , requiring and enciting the publication of future annals , and bind far ...
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Página 192 - I have almost forgot the taste of fears : The time has been, my senses would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me.
Página 415 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceas'd : The which observ'd, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life ; which in their seeds, And weak beginnings, lie intreasured. Such things become the hatch and brood of time...
Página 147 - ... if the invention of the ship was thought so noble, which carrieth riches and commodities from place to place, and consociateth the most remote regions in participation of their fruits, how much more are letters to be magnified, which, as ships, pass through the vast seas of time, and make ages so distant to participate of the wisdom, illuminations, and inventions, the one of the other?
Página 213 - tis to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Página 380 - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off...
Página 401 - In sooth, I know not why I am so sad : It wearies me ; you say it wearies you ; But how I caught it, found it, or came by it, What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born, I am to learn ; And such a want-wit sadness makes of me. That I have much ado to know myself.
Página 153 - But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think...
Página 139 - WHAT is truth ?" said jesting Pilate, and would not stay for an answer. Certainly there be that delight in giddiness, and count it a bondage to fix a belief, affecting free-will in thinking as well as in acting. And though the sects of philosophers of that kind be gone, yet there remain certain discoursing wits which are of the same veins, though there be not so much blood in them as was in those of the ancients.
Página 259 - When I was dry with rage and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, and trimly dress'd, Fresh as a bridegroom, and his chin new reap'd Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home.
Página 146 - Between two worlds life hovers like a star, 'Twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge. How little do we know that which we are ! How less what we may be ! The eternal surge Of time and tide rolls on, and bears afar Our bubbles ; as the old burst, new emerge, Lash'd from the foam of ages ; while the graves Of empires heave but like some passing waves.