Essays, Addresses and Lyrical TranslationsMacmillan, 1893 - 340 páginas |
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... Sancho Panza , one who was in every respect fitted to be the squire of such a chivalrous knight . By this we mean , not that the squire and his donkey were the best companions for Don Quixote de la Mancha and his gallant steed , in so ...
... Sancho Panza , one who was in every respect fitted to be the squire of such a chivalrous knight . By this we mean , not that the squire and his donkey were the best companions for Don Quixote de la Mancha and his gallant steed , in so ...
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... Sancho Panza , a man who is " of the earth , earthy , " who is destitute of a single particle of fancy or imagination , and who is led to follow his master , through all his wanderings , only by the hope that he may possibly be a gainer ...
... Sancho Panza , a man who is " of the earth , earthy , " who is destitute of a single particle of fancy or imagination , and who is led to follow his master , through all his wanderings , only by the hope that he may possibly be a gainer ...
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... Sancho Panza , when he says , that " the man who fills his belly wins his heart " ; but he is just as fond as Sancho of quoting shrewd proverbs . His favourite maxim is , " A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush . " He never thinks ...
... Sancho Panza , when he says , that " the man who fills his belly wins his heart " ; but he is just as fond as Sancho of quoting shrewd proverbs . His favourite maxim is , " A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush . " He never thinks ...
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... Sancho Panza . Heaven send us crusades rather than railway manias ! But , why should we have either extreme ? We are in the flesh , and have duties of the flesh to discharge ; but this is no reason why we should become the slaves of ...
... Sancho Panza . Heaven send us crusades rather than railway manias ! But , why should we have either extreme ? We are in the flesh , and have duties of the flesh to discharge ; but this is no reason why we should become the slaves of ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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Página 114 - tis no matter ; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? How then ? Can honour set to a leg ? No. Or an arm ? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ^ No. What is honour i A word. What is in that word, honour ? What is that honour? >Vir. A trim reckoning! —Who hath it t He that died o* Wednesday.
Página lv - That which was from the beginning, that which we have heard, that which we have seen with our eyes, that which we beheld, and our hands handled, concerning the Word of life...
Página 20 - I sometimes hold it half a sin To put in words the grief I feel; For words, like Nature, half reveal And half conceal the Soul within. But, for the unquiet heart and brain, A use in measured language lies; The sad mechanic exercise, Like dull narcotics, numbing pain.
Página 33 - Nor thro" the questions men may try, The petty cobwebs we have spun : If e'er when faith had fall'n asleep, I heard a voice 'believe no more' And heard an ever-breaking shore That tumbled in the Godless deep; A warmth within the breast would melt The freezing reason's colder part, And like a man in wrath the heart Stood up and answer'd 'I have felt.
Página 13 - As sometimes in a dead man's face, To those that watch it more and more, A likeness, hardly seen before, Comes out — to some one of his race : So, dearest, now thy brows are cold, I see thee what thou art, and know Thy likeness to the wise below, Thy kindred with the great of old.
Página 12 - And only thro' the faded leaf The chestnut pattering to the ground : Calm and deep peace on this high wold, And on these dews that drench the furze, And all the silvery gossamers That twinkle into green and gold...
Página 169 - The year's at the spring And day's at the morn; Morning's at seven; The hill-side's dew-pearled; The lark's on the wing; The snail's on the thorn: God's in his heaven — All's right with the world!
Página 278 - And when the ten heard it, they were moved with indignation concerning the two brethren. But Jesus called them unto him, and said, Ye know that the rulers of the Gentiles lord it over them, and their great ones exercise authority over them. Not so shall it be among you: but whosoever would become great among you shall be your minister; and whosoever would be first among you shall be your servant: even as the Son of man came not to be ministered unto, but to minister, and to give his life a ransom...
Página 108 - At seasons thro' the gilded pale : For who can always act ? but he, To whom a thousand memories call, Not being less but more than all The gentleness he...
Página 9 - O bliss, when all in circle drawn About him, heart and ear were fed To hear him as he lay and read The Tuscan poets on the lawn: Or in the all-golden afternoon A guest, or happy sister, sung, Or here she brought the harp and flung A ballad to the brightening moon...