Imaginary Conversations, Volume 1 (Google eBook)

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G. Routledge, 1905
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Page 30 - Either he receives stone walls and unwilling cities in return, or he barters her for a parcel of spears and horses and horsemen, waving away from his declining and helpless age young joyous life, and trampling down the freshest and the sweetest memories. Midas in the height of prosperity would have given his daughter to Lycaon, rather than to the gentlest, the most virtuous, the most intelligent of his subjects. Thy father threw wealth aside, and, placing thee under the protection of Virtue, rose...
Page 31 - He smiled faintly at this, and, after some delay, when he had walked up and down the chamber, thus began : " I will sing to thee one song more, my wakeful Rhodope...
Page 27 - ... satisfaction at the taste displayed by my father, just as if I could have seen how they appeared! But he knew that there was at least as much pleasure as pride in it, and perhaps we divided the latter (alas! not both) pretty equally. He now took me into the market-place, where a concourse of people was waiting for the purchase of slaves.
Page 144 - What your father and your grandfather used as an elegance in conversation, is now abandoned to the populace, and every day we miss a little of our own, and collect a little from strangers : this prepares us for a more intimate union with them, in which we merge at last altogether. Every good writer has much idiom ; it is the life and spirit of language ; and none such ever entertained a fear or apprehension that strength and sublimity were to be lowered and weakened by it.
Page 85 - ... will undertake. PLATO. It happens that we do not see the stars at even-tide, sometimes because there are clouds intervening, but oftener because there are glimmerings of light: thus many truths escape us from the obscurity we stand in; and many more from that crepuscular state of mind, which induceth us to sit down satisfied with our imaginations and unsuspicious of our knowledge. DIOGENES. Keep always to the point, or with an eye upon it, and instead of saying things to make people stare and...
Page 207 - Dear Leontion ! always amiable, always graceful ! how lovely do you now appear to me! what beauteous action accompanied your words! LEONTION. I used none whatever. EPICURUS. That white arm was then, as it is now, over the shoulder of Ternissa; and her breath imparted a fresh bloom to your cheek, a new music to your voice. No friendship is so cordial or so delicious as that of girl for girl; no hatred so intense and immovable as that of woman for woman.
Page 284 - lest Agathon, measuring my discourse by the head of the eloquent Gorgias, should turn me to stone for inability of utterance." Was there ever joke more frigid ? What painful twisting of unelastic stuff! If Socrates was the wisest man in the world, it would require another oracle to persuade us, after this, that he was the wittiest.
Page 29 - It was sublime humanity: it was forbearance and self-denial which even the immortal gods have never shown us. He could endure to perish by those torments which alone are both acute and slow ; he could number the steps of death and miss not one : but he could never see thy tears, nor let thee see his.
Page 242 - ... little garden of its own, with its umbrage and fountains and perennial flowers ; a careless company ! Sleep is called sacred as well as sweet by Homer : and idleness is but a step from it. The idleness of the wise and virtuous should be both, it being the repose and refreshment necessary for past exertions and for future : it punishes the bad man, it rewards the good : the deities enjoy it, and Epicurus praises it.
Page 31 - Ah yes! continue to hold up above the coverlet those fresh and rosy palms clasped together: her benefits have descended on thy beauteous head, my child! The Fates also have sung, beyond thy hearing, of pleasanter scenes than snow-fed Hebrus; of more than dim grottoes and sky-bright waters. Even now a low murmur swells upward to my ear: and not from the spindle comes the sound, but from those who sing slowly over it, bending all three their tremulous heads together. I wish thou couldst hear it; for...

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