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... fact , or , rather , to sow fact like a seed , and let it strike in that rich soil till oftentimes none but himself could tell ( even if himself 12 SHAKESPEARE'S FUNERAL .
... fact , or , rather , to sow fact like a seed , and let it strike in that rich soil till oftentimes none but himself could tell ( even if himself 12 SHAKESPEARE'S FUNERAL .
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... fact , part of fancy , yet would the mor- sel of fact leaven the whole with truth . Raleigh . Was this Sir Thomas Lucy he whom the world calls Justice Shallow ? Drayton . Nay , he hath been dead these many years this is his son ; but ...
... fact , part of fancy , yet would the mor- sel of fact leaven the whole with truth . Raleigh . Was this Sir Thomas Lucy he whom the world calls Justice Shallow ? Drayton . Nay , he hath been dead these many years this is his son ; but ...
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... fact that , for once , Claude was honestly studying from nature out of doors ; and being absorbed in his miserable work ( for the absorption of the artist in his efforts by no means depends on their value ) , he did not perceive that ...
... fact that , for once , Claude was honestly studying from nature out of doors ; and being absorbed in his miserable work ( for the absorption of the artist in his efforts by no means depends on their value ) , he did not perceive that ...
Page 85
... fact of my not having seen them , would not prevent me from criticising all the rest , if it were expedient or necessary . On the whole , I consider the works of this year decidedly in advance of MR DUSKY'S OPINIONS ON ART . 85.
... fact of my not having seen them , would not prevent me from criticising all the rest , if it were expedient or necessary . On the whole , I consider the works of this year decidedly in advance of MR DUSKY'S OPINIONS ON ART . 85.
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... and into it plunge also the French chroniclers , boldly abandoning the prosaic domain of fact , and finding unlimited space for the play of fancy . In this strange land may be discerned a blunder- ing 88 VICTOR HUGO ON.
... and into it plunge also the French chroniclers , boldly abandoning the prosaic domain of fact , and finding unlimited space for the play of fancy . In this strange land may be discerned a blunder- ing 88 VICTOR HUGO ON.
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Page 142 - Thy waters washed them power while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play; Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow; Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
Page 154 - Tis mightiest in the mightiest: it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway; It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Page 125 - Be taught, O faithful Consort, to control Rebellious passion ; for the Gods approve The depth, and not the tumult, of the soul ; A fervent, not ungovernable, love.
Page 140 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined and unknown.
Page 150 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for Heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint...
Page 146 - UPON JULIA'S CLOTHES Whenas in silks my Julia goes Then, then (methinks) how sweetly flows That liquefaction of her clothes. Next, when I cast mine eyes and see That brave vibration each way free; O how that glittering taketh me!
Page 142 - Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee — Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they ! Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since ; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: — not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves...
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Page 15 - Goethe's Faust. Part II. Translated into English Verse. Second Edition, Revised. Fcap. 8vo, 6s. The Works of Horace. Translated into English Verse, with Life and Notes.
Page 38 - Some heavenly music, (which even now I do,) To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.