The National Review, Volume 6Richard Holt Hutton, Walter Bagehot Robert Theobald, 1858 - Books |
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... Thucydides and Xenophon , Colonel Mure neces- sarily invades Mr. Grote's domain more frequently and more ex- tensively than in the earlier parts of his work . He is here con- siderably less in his element than when dealing with Homer or ...
... Thucydides and Xenophon , Colonel Mure neces- sarily invades Mr. Grote's domain more frequently and more ex- tensively than in the earlier parts of his work . He is here con- siderably less in his element than when dealing with Homer or ...
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... Thucydides . In fact , it is no dis- respect to say that Thucydides is too much for him . Much may be learned from various portions of Colonel Mure's criti- cisms ; wherever tact and acuteness are enough , he is still the Colonel Mure ...
... Thucydides . In fact , it is no dis- respect to say that Thucydides is too much for him . Much may be learned from various portions of Colonel Mure's criti- cisms ; wherever tact and acuteness are enough , he is still the Colonel Mure ...
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... Thucydides belongs to no age or country ; he is the historian of our common humanity , the teacher of abstract political wisdom . Herodotus is hardly a political writer at all ; his political com- ments are indeed , when they occur ...
... Thucydides belongs to no age or country ; he is the historian of our common humanity , the teacher of abstract political wisdom . Herodotus is hardly a political writer at all ; his political com- ments are indeed , when they occur ...
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... Thucydides lived for the future ; Xenophon reflects only the petty passions of the moment . He writes not like a historian , whether antiquarian or political , but like a petulant journalist who has to decry the troublesome greatness of ...
... Thucydides lived for the future ; Xenophon reflects only the petty passions of the moment . He writes not like a historian , whether antiquarian or political , but like a petulant journalist who has to decry the troublesome greatness of ...
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... Thucydides , after all , was a man . He could not deal with perfect fairness between him- self and a bitter personal and political enemy ; but what does the utmost that can be made out against him amount to ? That he once pronounces a ...
... Thucydides , after all , was a man . He could not deal with perfect fairness between him- self and a bitter personal and political enemy ; but what does the utmost that can be made out against him amount to ? That he once pronounces a ...
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Page 192 - I have of late— but wherefore I know not— lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Page 141 - QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright.
Page 123 - Triumph, my Britain ! thou hast one to show, To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe. He was not of an age, but for all time...
Page 192 - What a piece of work is man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel ! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? man delights not me; no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.
Page 124 - Yet must I not give nature all; thy art, My gentle Shakespeare, must enjoy a part ; For though the poet's matter nature be, His art doth give the fashion : and, that he Who casts to write a living line, must sweat, (Such as thine are) and strike the second heat Upon the Muses...
Page 124 - Sweet Swan of Avon ! what a sight it were To see thee in our waters yet appear, And make those flights upon the banks of Thames, That so did take Eliza, and our James ! But stay ! I see thee in the hemisphere Advanced, and made a constellation there ! Shine forth, thou Star of poets, and with rage, Or influence, chide, or cheer the drooping stage, Which, since thy flight from hence, hath mourn'd like night, And despairs day, but for thy volume's light.
Page 455 - Dark but not awful, dismal but yet mean, With anxious bustle moves the cumbrous scene; Presents no objects tender or profound, But spreads its cold unmeaning gloom around.
Page 340 - I have been called to a holy office by the Lord himself, who most graciously manifested himself in person to me, his servant, in the year 1743 ; when he opened my sight to the view of the spiritual world, and granted me the privilege of conversing with spirits and angels which I enjoy to this day.
Page 464 - Mother of this unfathomable world ! Favour my solemn song, for I have loved Thee ever, and thee only ; I have watched Thy shadow, and the darkness of thy steps, And my heart ever gazes on the depth Of thy deep mysteries.