Cambridge Essays, Volume 1John W. Parker and son, 1855 |
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... officers on foreign service , who , feeling a vacancy and a want of intellectual occupa- tion , which the duties and the society of their secluded homes are insufficient to relieve , are too ready to give up their moments of leisure in ...
... officers on foreign service , who , feeling a vacancy and a want of intellectual occupa- tion , which the duties and the society of their secluded homes are insufficient to relieve , are too ready to give up their moments of leisure in ...
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... officers , and combining the facts they had observed into one general system . This at length is partly done , and in a fair way of being completed ; for which we are mainly indebted to Lieutenant Maury : and , if we measure our voyages ...
... officers , and combining the facts they had observed into one general system . This at length is partly done , and in a fair way of being completed ; for which we are mainly indebted to Lieutenant Maury : and , if we measure our voyages ...
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... officer to be hung upon the ramparts , and the whole town to be set on fire . Then , looking on these atrocities with the greatest sang froid , he said to his attendants , Tel fruit porte l'arbre de la guerre . ' Though such a height of ...
... officer to be hung upon the ramparts , and the whole town to be set on fire . Then , looking on these atrocities with the greatest sang froid , he said to his attendants , Tel fruit porte l'arbre de la guerre . ' Though such a height of ...
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... officer possessing rare and commanding ability , with the numerous and incalculable circumstances which influence or neutralize combinations , -all these accidents contribute , ofttimes , in naval war , to bring about a success which ...
... officer possessing rare and commanding ability , with the numerous and incalculable circumstances which influence or neutralize combinations , -all these accidents contribute , ofttimes , in naval war , to bring about a success which ...
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... officer that Napoleon spoke when he bitterly complained that he had marred his destiny . It was a British Admiral who checkmated the Indian expedition at Aboukir . It was the same officer who dared to quit the Mediterranean with ten ...
... officer that Napoleon spoke when he bitterly complained that he had marred his destiny . It was a British Admiral who checkmated the Indian expedition at Aboukir . It was the same officer who dared to quit the Mediterranean with ten ...
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Page 43 - I was confirmed in this opinion, that he who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things, ought himself to be a true poem...
Page 280 - but no. From scarped cliff and quarried stone She cries " a thousand types are gone : I care for nothing, all shall go. " Thou makest thine appeal to me : I bring to life, I bring to death : The spirit does but mean the breath : I know no more.
Page 246 - Dry clash'd his harness in the icy caves And barren chasms, and all to left and right The bare black cliff clang'd round him, as he based His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang Sharp-smitten with the dint of armed heels — And on a sudden, lo! the level lake, And the long glories of the winter moon.
Page 280 - Nature, red in tooth and claw With ravine, shriek'd against his creed — Who loved, who suffer'd countless ills, Who battled for the True, the Just, Be blown about the desert dust, Or seal'd within the iron hills ? No more ? A monster then, a dream, A discord. Dragons of the prime, That tare each other in their slime, Were mellow music match'd with him. O life as futile, then, as frail ! 0 for thy voice to soothe and bless ! What hope of answer, or redress ? Behind the veil, behind the veil.
Page 81 - And one, the reapers at their sultry toil. In front they bound the sheaves. Behind Were realms of upland, prodigal in oil, And hoary to the wind. And one, a foreground black with stones and slags, Beyond a line of heights, and higher All barr'd with long white cloud the scornful crags, And highest, snow and fire. And one, an English home— gray twilight pour'd On dewy pastures, dewy trees, Softer than sleep — all things in order stored, A haunt of ancient Peace.
Page 261 - Many a night from yonder ivied casement, ere I went to rest, Did I look on great Orion sloping slowly to the West. Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising thro' the mellow shade, Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies tangled in a silver braid.
Page 261 - Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight.
Page 245 - Thou wouldst betray me for the precious hilt; Either from lust of gold, or like a girl Valuing the giddy pleasure of the eyes. Yet, for a man may fail in duty twice, And the third time may prosper, get thee hence: But, if thou spare to fling Excalibur, I will arise and slay thee with my hands.
Page 262 - I was left a trampled orphan, and a selfish uncle's ward. Or to burst all links of habit — there to wander far away, On from island unto island at the gateways of the day.
Page 278 - Unfettered by the sense of crime, To whom a conscience never wakes; Nor, what may count itself as blest, The heart that never plighted troth But stagnates in the weeds of sloth; Nor any want-begotten rest. I hold it true, whate'er...