The Pleasures of Life ...Macmillan and Company, 1890 |
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Strana 7
... says elsewhere , " each of us , as we travel the way of life , has the choice , according to our working , of turning all the voices of Nature into one song of rejoicing ; or of withering and quenching her sympathy into a fearful ...
... says elsewhere , " each of us , as we travel the way of life , has the choice , according to our working , of turning all the voices of Nature into one song of rejoicing ; or of withering and quenching her sympathy into a fearful ...
Strana 8
... says Sir T. Browne , " I count him but an apparition , though he wears about him the visible affections of flesh . " St. Bernard , indeed , goes so far as to maintain that " nothing can work me damage except myself ; the harm that I ...
... says Sir T. Browne , " I count him but an apparition , though he wears about him the visible affections of flesh . " St. Bernard , indeed , goes so far as to maintain that " nothing can work me damage except myself ; the harm that I ...
Strana 9
... says , " always content with that which happens ; for I think that what God chooses is better than what I choose . ' And again : " Seek not that things should happen as you wish ; but wish the things which happen to be as they are , and ...
... says , " always content with that which happens ; for I think that what God chooses is better than what I choose . ' And again : " Seek not that things should happen as you wish ; but wish the things which happen to be as they are , and ...
Strana 11
... says , the nails which fasten body and soul together . Pain is a warning of danger , a very necessity of existence . But for it , but for the warnings which our feelings give us , the very bless- ings by which we are surrounded would ...
... says , the nails which fasten body and soul together . Pain is a warning of danger , a very necessity of existence . But for it , but for the warnings which our feelings give us , the very bless- ings by which we are surrounded would ...
Strana 12
... says Helps , " of the origin of evil ; . . . but what is evil ? We mostly speak of sufferings and trials as good , per- haps , in their result ; but we hardly admit that they may be good in themselves . Yet they are knowledge - how else ...
... says Helps , " of the origin of evil ; . . . but what is evil ? We mostly speak of sufferings and trials as good , per- haps , in their result ; but we hardly admit that they may be good in themselves . Yet they are knowledge - how else ...
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Analects of Confucius Apostolic Fathers Aristophanes Aristotle asked Bacon beautiful better blessings blue bright CHAPTER charm cheerful Cicero clouds color dark death delightful doubt earth Emerson enjoy Epictetus eternal Euripides evil feel flowers friends give glorious glory gods Goethe greatest Greek hand happiness heart heaven honour hope hour human important infinite interest Jeremy Taylor King labour light live look Madame de Staël Marcus Aurelius Milton mind Molière Moreover Nature never Nibelungenlied night noble ourselves pain peace perhaps Plato pleasure Plutarch poet Poetry proverb Ramayana realise reason religion rest rich Ruskin says scarcely seems Shakespeare Socrates song sorrow soul spirit stars suffer sure sweet tells things Thomas à Kempis thou thought tion trees troubles true truth wise wish wonder words Wordsworth
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Strana 102 - But little do men perceive what solitude is, and how far it extendeth. For a crowd is not company, and faces are but a gallery of pictures, and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love.
Strana 70 - Going to the Wars Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. 1 Imprisoned or caged. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more.
Strana 69 - But neither breath of morn, when she ascends With charm of earliest birds; nor rising sun On this delightful land ; nor herb, fruit, flower, Glistering with dew; nor fragrance after showers, Nor grateful evening mild; nor silent night, With this her solemn bird ; nor walk by moon, Or glittering star-light, without thee is sweet.
Strana 43 - Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at me : the brain of this foolish-compounded clay, man, is not able to invent any thing that tends to laughter*, more than I invent, or is invented on me : I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men.
Strana 185 - The other shape, If shape it might be call'd, that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb, Or substance might be call'd that shadow seem'd, For each seem'd either ; black it stood as night, Fierce as ten furies, terrible as hell, And shook a dreadful dart ; what seem'd his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on.
Strana 110 - While all melts under our feet, we may well catch at any exquisite passion, or any contribution to knowledge that seems by a lifted horizon to set the spirit free for a moment, or any stirring of the senses, strange dyes, strange colours, and curious odours, or work of the artist's hands, or the face of one's friend.
Strana 153 - See the wretch, that long has tost On the thorny bed of pain, At length repair his vigour lost, And breathe and walk again : The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening paradise.
Strana 182 - ... for expert men can execute, and perhaps judge of particulars, one by one: but the general counsels, and the plots and marshalling of affairs come best from those that are learned.
Strana 133 - And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
Strana 155 - Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength...