Nugae Literariae: Prose and VerseHamilton, 1841 - 585 psl. |
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... not girt with taper's holy shine . Nor is Osiris seen In Memphian grove or green : Nor can he be at rest Within his sacred chest . " MILTON . Morning of Christ's Nativity . NUGE LITERARIE : ETC. , ETC. ON THE ISIAC MYSTERIES.
... not girt with taper's holy shine . Nor is Osiris seen In Memphian grove or green : Nor can he be at rest Within his sacred chest . " MILTON . Morning of Christ's Nativity . NUGE LITERARIE : ETC. , ETC. ON THE ISIAC MYSTERIES.
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... sacred , every hour festive , every object divine . - Nor was this influence weakened by any disclaimer of the wise and good . Occasionally a comedy might take some freedom with the presu- med rulers of our earth and race . Aristophanes ...
... sacred , every hour festive , every object divine . - Nor was this influence weakened by any disclaimer of the wise and good . Occasionally a comedy might take some freedom with the presu- med rulers of our earth and race . Aristophanes ...
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... sacred to one , that to another . But men could not remain always in the place of their nativity : the ends both of education and com- merce demanded travel . But what was the devotee to do when he entered the land of another divine ...
... sacred to one , that to another . But men could not remain always in the place of their nativity : the ends both of education and com- merce demanded travel . But what was the devotee to do when he entered the land of another divine ...
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... sacred to Bacchus , xevosigis . During one of these excursions or progresses , Typhon rebelled . It does not very clearly appear what part this vizier , afterwards called Trismegistus , took in the insurrection , but the name would ...
... sacred to Bacchus , xevosigis . During one of these excursions or progresses , Typhon rebelled . It does not very clearly appear what part this vizier , afterwards called Trismegistus , took in the insurrection , but the name would ...
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... sacred . Of the slaughter of Osiris he reports many allegorical inter- pretations . Of these we cull three . - Osiris is the moisture so necessary to a country like Egypt , whose soil is so fertile , and where rain is almost unknown ...
... sacred . Of the slaughter of Osiris he reports many allegorical inter- pretations . Of these we cull three . - Osiris is the moisture so necessary to a country like Egypt , whose soil is so fertile , and where rain is almost unknown ...
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Æneid Æschylus amidst ancient Anglo-Saxon appears Aristophanes asked Bacchus beauty boast brain called character Cicero common course Craniology death dialect divine earth Eleans Eleusis enquiry Euripides evil express Falstaff fame father favour fear feel Games genius give gods Grecian Greece Greek head heart heaven Hercules Herodotus heroes Homer honour human idea impression intellectual Iphitus Julius Cæsar Jupiter king language Latin living look Macbeth means ment mind moral mysteries nations nature never noble Olympia Olympic Olympic Games once original Osiris Palæstra passion Pausanias peculiar perfect perhaps person philosophy Pindar Plato Plutarch poet probably prove quæ race Roman Rome sacred Saxon says scarcely scene seems sentiment Shakspeare signifies solemn Sophocles soul sound speak species spirit strange supposed temple thee thing thou thought Thucydides tion tragedy truth virtue word
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