The American Literary Magazine, Volumer 1-2J. G. Wells, 1848 |
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... Cicero's brother Quintus , is situated in some part of it . Perhaps you remember one of Martial's epigrams , into which he introduces Atrectus . It contains some useful hints on book - bor- rowing , and I will repeat it . Every day ...
... Cicero's brother Quintus , is situated in some part of it . Perhaps you remember one of Martial's epigrams , into which he introduces Atrectus . It contains some useful hints on book - bor- rowing , and I will repeat it . Every day ...
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... Cicero for documents of extraordinary value . The instrument used in Rome for writing on paper is a reed , sharpened into the shape of a pen , and split at the point . This is dipped into what is called " blacking ; " also called sepia ...
... Cicero for documents of extraordinary value . The instrument used in Rome for writing on paper is a reed , sharpened into the shape of a pen , and split at the point . This is dipped into what is called " blacking ; " also called sepia ...
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... perished in the confla- gration of the old Capitol ? Or shall we seek out the library of Faustus , ( not the friend of Mephistophiles , ) where Cicero once fed himself ( to use his own expression ) with books 1847. ] 35 CLASSIC VAGARIES .
... perished in the confla- gration of the old Capitol ? Or shall we seek out the library of Faustus , ( not the friend of Mephistophiles , ) where Cicero once fed himself ( to use his own expression ) with books 1847. ] 35 CLASSIC VAGARIES .
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... Cicero to have expressed by action everything which the orator expressed in words . The Edipus of Sophocles we are told , was performed at Rome during the reign of Augustus entirely by pantomime and so admirably as to draw tears from ...
... Cicero to have expressed by action everything which the orator expressed in words . The Edipus of Sophocles we are told , was performed at Rome during the reign of Augustus entirely by pantomime and so admirably as to draw tears from ...
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the greatest work of the human mind ; and Cicero , whose ears were always desiring the aliquid immensum infinitumque in elo- quence , says that " in this oration for Ctesiphon , where the orator speaks of his own deeds , councils and ...
the greatest work of the human mind ; and Cicero , whose ears were always desiring the aliquid immensum infinitumque in elo- quence , says that " in this oration for Ctesiphon , where the orator speaks of his own deeds , councils and ...
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Side 12 - I know whom I have believed, and am persuaded that He is able to keep that which I have committed to Him against that day.
Side 257 - Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Side 258 - Yet was there one thro' whom I loved her, one Not learned, save in gracious household ways, Not perfect, nay, but full of tender wants, No Angel, but a dearer being, all dipt In Angel instincts, breathing Paradise, Interpreter between the Gods and men, Who...
Side 61 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased ; The which observed, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life, which in their seeds And weak beginnings lie intreasured.
Side 367 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow. I remember, I remember The fir trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky: It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from- Heaven Than when I was a boy.
Side 150 - Oft in the barns they climbed to the populous nests on the rafters, Seeking with eager eyes that wondrous stone, which the swallow Brings from the shore of the sea to restore the sight of its fledglings ; Lucky was he who found that stone in the nest of the swallow ! Thus passed a few swift years, and they no longer were children.
Side 158 - Still stands the forest primeval ; but far away from its shadow, Side by side, in their nameless graves, the lovers are sleeping. Under the humble walls of the little Catholic churchyard, In the heart of the city, they lie, unknown and unnoticed. Daily the tides of life go ebbing and flowing beside them, Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs are at rest and...
Side 150 - Rose from a hundred hearths, the homes of peace and contentment. Thus dwelt together in love these simple Acadian farmers, — Dwelt in the love of God and of man. Alike were they free from Fear, that reigns with the tyrant, and envy, the vice of republics.
Side 206 - The other shape — If shape it might be called that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint or limb...
Side 303 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn. Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke: How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!