When I look upon the tombs of the great, every emotion of envy dies in me ; when I read the epitaphs of the beautiful, every inordinate desire goes out; when I meet with the grief of parents upon a tombstone, my heart melts with compassion: when I see... The National magazine and general review - Pagina 289geredigeerd door Volledige weergave - Over dit boek
| 张秀国 - 2005 - 288 pagina’s
...historians became alarmed. (2)Mankind must put an end to war, or war will put an end to mankind. (John me; when I read the epitaphs of the beautiful, every inordinate...tombstone, my heart melts with compassion; when I see the tombs of the parents themselves, I consider the vanity of grieving for those whom we must quickly follow;... | |
| Ernest Pertwee - 2006 - 281 pagina’s
...his reflections : — ' When I look upon the tombs of the great, every emotion of envy dies in me ; when I read the epitaphs of the beautiful, every inordinate...I see kings lying by those who deposed them, when I consider rival wits placed side by side, or the holy men that divided the world with their contests... | |
| John Mantle Clapp, John Clapp, Mantle, Edwin A. Kane - 2006 - 661 pagina’s
...the eighteenth century ; When I look upon the tombs of the great, every emotion of envy dies in me; when I read the epitaphs of the beautiful every inordinate...the tomb of the parents themselves I consider the value of grieving for those whom we must quickly follow. When I see kings lying by those who deposed... | |
| Thomas Hardy - 2006 - 470 pagina’s
...face, the genial Spectator: "When I look upon the tombs of the great, every motion of envy dies in me; when I read the epitaphs of the beautiful, every inordinate...tombstone, my heart melts with compassion; when I see the tombs of the parents themselves, I consider the vanity of grieving for those whom we must quickly follow/'... | |
| William Makepeace Thackeray - 2007 - 298 pagina’s
...and delightful ones. When I look upon the tombs of the great, every emotion of envy dies within me; when I read the epitaphs of the beautiful, every inordinate...desire goes out; when I meet with the grief of parents on a tombstone, my heart melts with compassion; when I see the tomb of the parents themselves, I consider... | |
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