Imaginary Conversations of Literary Men and Statesmen, Volumen3

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H. Colburn, 1828
 

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Página 214 - my father taught me, I am afraid on some childish act of cruelty, and which I began to repeat, and checked myself. They are ill applicable to the occasion. What may they be ? said he. Ah spare yon emmet, rich in hoarded grain ; He lives with pleasure and he
Página 362 - we have but one: the past are not ours, and who can promise us the future! This in which we live is ours only while we live in it; the next moment may strike it off from us; the next sentence I would utter may be broken and fall between us *. The beauty that has
Página 450 - I had known them intimately, and I hold with them in my walks many imaginary conversations. If any thing could engage me to visit Rome, to endure the sight of her scarred and awful ruins, telling their grave stories upon the ground in the midst of eunuchs and
Página 142 - He expires that moment. MARCELLUS. It pains me: extract it. HANNIBAL. Marcellus, I see no expression of pain on your countenance: and never will I consent to hasten the death of an enemy in my power. Since your recovery is hopeless, you say truly you are no captive
Página 147 - else disquiet your thoughts ? MARCELLUS. I have suppressed it long enough. My son . . my beloved son! HANNIBAL. Where is he ? Can it be ? Was he with you ? MARCELLUS. He would have shared my fate . . and has not. Gods of my country, beneficent throughout life to me, in death surpassingly beneficent, I render you, for the last time, thanks.
Página 471 - had known him personally. As to what remains of him now life is over, he occupies the third place among our poets of the present age . . no humble station . . for no other age since that of Sophocles has produced on the whole earth so many of such merit . . and is incomparably the most elegant, graceful, and harmonious of the prose-writers.
Página 142 - Is there nothing, man, that can assuage the mortal pain ? for, suppress the signs of it as he may, he must feel it .. is there nothing to alleviate and allay it ? MARCELLUS. Hannibal, give me thy hand .. thou hast found it and brought it me, compassion.
Página 399 - not below theirs: yet certain I am that, if I had applied to be made a tide-waiter on the Thames, the minister would have refused me. In the county where my chief estate lies, a waste and unprofitable one, but the third I believe in extent of any there, it was represented to me
Página 468 - it is rich and overrun with its own native simple enjoyments. In him, every thing that ever gave pleasure, gives it still, with the same freshness, the same exuberance, the same earnestness to communicate and share it. By God! I cannot understand it! cried Byron. A man to run upon a naked sword for another

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