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... answered than why we like sugar and dislike wormwood . 2. The temper by which right taste is formed is characteristically patient . It dwells upon what is submitted to it . It does not trample upon it , ―lest it should be pearls , even ...
... answered than why we like sugar and dislike wormwood . 2. The temper by which right taste is formed is characteristically patient . It dwells upon what is submitted to it . It does not trample upon it , ―lest it should be pearls , even ...
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... answer that they are perfect plays , just because there is no care about centuries in them , but a life which all men recognise for the human life of all time - and this it is , not because Shakspeare sought to give universal truth ...
... answer that they are perfect plays , just because there is no care about centuries in them , but a life which all men recognise for the human life of all time - and this it is , not because Shakspeare sought to give universal truth ...
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... answer some end for which no other word would have done equally well . A common person , for instance , would be mightily puzzled to apply the word ' whelp ' to anyone , with a view of flattering him . There is a certain freshness and ...
... answer some end for which no other word would have done equally well . A common person , for instance , would be mightily puzzled to apply the word ' whelp ' to anyone , with a view of flattering him . There is a certain freshness and ...
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... answered by every part of their organization ; but every essential purpose of the sky might , so far as we know , be answered if once in three days , or thereabouts , a great , ugly , black rain - cloud were brought up over the blue ...
... answered by every part of their organization ; but every essential purpose of the sky might , so far as we know , be answered if once in three days , or thereabouts , a great , ugly , black rain - cloud were brought up over the blue ...
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... answered . So far from it , I rather believe that some of the mysteries of the clouds never will be understood by us at all . " Knowest thou the balancings of the clouds ? " Is the answer ever to be one of pride ? The wondrous works of ...
... answered . So far from it , I rather believe that some of the mysteries of the clouds never will be understood by us at all . " Knowest thou the balancings of the clouds ? " Is the answer ever to be one of pride ? The wondrous works of ...
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Page 148 - One lesson, shepherd, let us two divide, Taught both by what she shows, and what conceals • Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.
Page 113 - For he is the Lord our God : and we are the people of his pasture, and the sheep of his hand.
Page 35 - it is a strange thing how little in general people know about the sky. It is the part of creation in which Nature has done more for the sake of pleasing man, more for the sole and evident purpose of talking to him, and teaching him, than in any other of her works, and it is just the part in which we least attend to her.
Page 37 - Sometimes gentle, sometimes capricious, sometimes awful, never the same for two moments together; almost human in its passions, almost spiritual in its tenderness, almost divine in its infinity, its appeal to what is immortal in us, is as distinct, as its ministry of chastisement ' or of blessing to what is mortal is essential.
Page 38 - Who saw the dance of the dead clouds where the sunlight left them last night, and the west wind blew them before it like withered leaves? All has passed unregretted as unseen; or if the apathy be ever shaken off even for an instant, it is only by what is gross, or what is extraordinary. And yet it is not in the broad and fierce manifestations of the elemental energies, nor in the clash of the hail, nor the drift of the whirlwind, that the highest characters of the sublime are developed. God is not...
Page 123 - It had been wild weather when I left Rome, and all across the Campagna the clouds were sweeping in sulphurous blue, with a clap of thunder or two, and breaking gleams of sun along the Claudian aqueduct lighting up the infinity of its arches like the bridge of chaos.
Page 137 - Meek creatures! the first mercy of the earth, veiling with hushed softness its dintless rocks; creatures full of pity, covering with strange and tender honor the scarred disgrace of ruin, — laying quiet finger on the trembling stones, to teach them rest.
Page 125 - ... sunset; the motionless masses of dark rock - dark though flushed with scarlet lichen, casting their quiet shadows across its restless radiance, the fountain underneath them filling its marble hollow with blue mist and fitful sound; and over all, the multitudinous bars of amber and rose, the sacred clouds that have no darkness, and only exist to illumine, were seen in fathomless intervals between the solemn and orbed repose of the stone pines, passing to lose themselves in the last, white blinding...
Page 48 - Wait a little longer, and you shall see those scattered mists rallying in the ravines, and floating up towards you, along the winding valleys, till they couch in quiet masses, iridescent with the morning light, upon the broad breasts of the higher hills, whose leagues of massy undulation will melt back and back into that robe of material light, until they fade away, lost in its lustre, to appear again above, in the serene heaven, like a wild, bright, impossible dream, foundationless and inaccessible,...
Page 55 - The hills melted like wax at the presence of the Lord, at the presence of the Lord of the whole earth.