Matthew Hargraves

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G.P. Putnam's Sons, 1914 - 403 страници
 

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Страница 264 - If you can look into the seeds of time, And say, which grain will grow, and which will not, Speak then to me, who neither beg, nor fear, Your favours, nor your hate.
Страница 108 - May the winds blow till they have waken'd death ! And let the labouring bark climb hills of seas, Olympus-high ; and duck again as low As hell's from heaven ! If it were now to die, 'Twere now to be most happy ; for, I fear, My soul hath her content so absolute, That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate.
Страница 258 - Jones, that exquisite picture of human manners, will outlive the palace of the Escurial and the imperial eagle of the house of Austria.
Страница 306 - And yet it never was in my soul To play so ill a part : But evil is wrought by want of Thought, As well as want of Heart...
Страница 107 - Then why don't you say so in your pulpits ? " to which inquiry I heard no reply. In fact, the clergy are at present divisible into three sections : an immense body who are ignorant and speak out ; a small proportion who know and are silent ; and a minute minority who know and speak according to their knowledge.
Страница 322 - Educate women like men,' says Rousseau, 'and the more they resemble our sex the less power will they have over us.' This is the very point I aim at. I do not wish them to have power over men; but over themselves.
Страница 101 - Then what golden hours were for us! While we sat together there, How the white vests of the Chorus Seemed to wave up a live air ! How the Cothurns trod majestic Down the deep Iambic lines ! And the rolling anapaestic Curled, like vapour over shrines!
Страница 243 - A shelter from life-wearing cares is something : but a temple typifies higher things — more than what we shall eat and what we shall drink, and wherewithal we shall be clothed.
Страница 271 - Defend me therefore, common sense, say I, From reveries so airy, from the toil Of dropping buckets into empty wells, And growing old in drawing nothing up...
Страница 185 - Talents as would become our Condition, if we had them). Methinks we ought to do something more, than barely gratify them, for what they do at our Command, only because their Fortune is below us.

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