Classical and Foreign Quotations: A Polyglot Manual of Historical and Literary Sayings, Noted Passages in Poetry and Prose, Phrases, Proverbs, and Bons Mots (Google eBook)

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William Francis Henry King
J. Whitaker & sons, limited, 1904 - Quotations - 412 pages
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Page 67 - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale or piny mountain, Or forest, by slow stream or pebbly spring, Or chasms, and watery depths ; all these have vanished ; They live no longer in the faith of reason...
Page 110 - A man so various, that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome: Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts, and nothing long, But, in the course of one revolving moon, Was chemist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon, Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
Page 318 - Nil ergo optabunt homines ?" Si consilium vis, Permittes ipsis expendere numinibus, quid Conveniat nobis, rebusque sit utile nostris. Nam pro jucundis aptissima quaeque dabunt Di. Carior est illis homo, quam sibi.
Page 297 - Qu'on parle mal ou bien du fameux Cardinal, Ma prose ni mes vers n'en diront jamais rien : II m'a fait trop de bien pour en dire du mal, II m'a fait trop de mal pour en dire du bien.
Page 57 - Nicht, was lebendig kraftvoll sich verkündigt, Ist das gefährlich Furchtbare. Das ganz Gemeine ist's, das ewig Gestrige, Was immer war und immer wiederkehrt Und morgen gilt, weil's heute hat gegolten! Denn aus Gemeinem ist der Mensch gemacht, Und die Gewohnheit nennt er seine Amme.
Page 86 - NOW was the hour that wakens fond desire In men at sea, and melts their thoughtful heart Who in the morn have bid sweet friends farewell, And pilgrim newly on his road with love Thrills, if he hear the vesper bell from far, That seems to mourn for the expiring day...
Page 78 - Indulge Genio, carpamus dulcia ; nostrum est, Quod vivis : cinis et Manes et fabula fies ; [Vive memor leti, fugit hora, hoc quod loquor inde est...
Page 253 - Trinacrio dederatque abeuntibus heros, dividit, et dictis maerentia pectora mulcet: 'o socii (neque enim ignari sumus ante malorum), o passi graviora, dabit deus his quoque finem.
Page 147 - Italia! oh Italia! thou who hast The fatal gift of beauty, which became A funeral dower of present woes and past, On thy sweet brow is sorrow plough'd by shame, And annals graved in characters of flame. Oh, God! that thou wert in thy nakedness Less lovely or more powerful, and couldst claim Thy right, and awe the robbers back, who press To shed thy blood, and drink the tears of thy distress...
Page 70 - In all thy humours, whether grave or mellow, Thou'rt such a touchy, testy, pleasant fellow; Hast so much wit, and mirth, and spleen, about thee, There is no living with thee, nor without thee.

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