Desultoria: The Recovered Mss. of an EccentricBaker and Scribner, 1850 - 220 pagini |
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Pagina 5
... tell you also , in a rapid manner , what I have heard of him in his native city . He is represented , by those who knew him as a youth , to have been as gay and joyous as any of his companions ; but that , at times , a seriousness would ...
... tell you also , in a rapid manner , what I have heard of him in his native city . He is represented , by those who knew him as a youth , to have been as gay and joyous as any of his companions ; but that , at times , a seriousness would ...
Pagina 24
... tell me , that Greece and Italy have a history brightly unfolded on their monuments of art - but I would tell them , that the world has its history - and its true history , written on the yet uninterpreted rocks ; and , that when men ...
... tell me , that Greece and Italy have a history brightly unfolded on their monuments of art - but I would tell them , that the world has its history - and its true history , written on the yet uninterpreted rocks ; and , that when men ...
Pagina 25
... lie in the depth of the forest , — where , undisturbed , I might spend my time - where the gentle dove might tell her love tale , and the whip 2 RECOVERED MSS . OF AN ECCENTRIC . 25 cise, that a single one, will give you ...
... lie in the depth of the forest , — where , undisturbed , I might spend my time - where the gentle dove might tell her love tale , and the whip 2 RECOVERED MSS . OF AN ECCENTRIC . 25 cise, that a single one, will give you ...
Pagina 26
The Recovered Mss. of an Eccentric. dove might tell her love tale , and the whip - poor - will make to me her lament - where the gay butterflies might chase each other from flower to flower - where the squirrel might rustle the leaves ...
The Recovered Mss. of an Eccentric. dove might tell her love tale , and the whip - poor - will make to me her lament - where the gay butterflies might chase each other from flower to flower - where the squirrel might rustle the leaves ...
Pagina 34
... tell it to men , lest , perchance , the temple rise not . I have hopes of suc- cess for amid my failures , a spirit has still whispered , that others have attempted to climb and have slipped ; and tried again and succeeded . But to come ...
... tell it to men , lest , perchance , the temple rise not . I have hopes of suc- cess for amid my failures , a spirit has still whispered , that others have attempted to climb and have slipped ; and tried again and succeeded . But to come ...
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Pagina 78 - I have of late— but wherefore I know not— lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Pagina 80 - No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp ; And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee, Where thrift may follow fawning.
Pagina 100 - OH, talk not to me of a name great in story ; The days of our youth are the days of our glory ; And the myrtle and ivy of sweet two-and-twenty Are worth all your laurels, though ever so plenty.
Pagina 76 - That youth and observation copied there ; And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain...
Pagina 76 - Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there; And.
Pagina 80 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Pagina 75 - gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! O fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely.
Pagina 61 - O now, for ever, Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war...
Pagina 75 - O, that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew! Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable, Seem to me all the uses of this world!
Pagina 78 - What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? man delights not me; no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.