A History of Classical Scholarship ...: From the revival of learning to the end of the eighteenth century (in Italy, France, England, and the Netherlands)

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Page 338 - To spend too much time in studies, is sloth; to use them too much for ornament, is affectation ; to make judgment wholly by their rules, is the humour of a scholar: they perfect nature, and are perfected by experience...
Page 242 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: — Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Page 339 - Martin Luther, conducted (no doubt) by an higher providence, but in discourse of reason, finding what a province he had undertaken against the bishop of Rome and the degenerate traditions of the church, and finding his own solitude, being no ways aided by the opinions of his own time, was enforced to awake all antiquity, and to call former times to his succours to make a party against the present time : so that the ancient authors, both in divinity and in humanity, which had long time slept in libraries,...
Page 339 - This kind of degenerate learning did chiefly reign amongst the school-men, who having sharp and strong wits, and abundance of leisure, and small variety of reading ; but their wits being shut up in the cells of a few authors (chiefly Aristotle their dictator) as their persons were shut up in the cells of monasteries and colleges, and knowing little history, either of nature or time, did out of no great quantity of matter, and infinite agitation of wit, spin out unto us those laborious webs of learning,...
Page 281 - ... breath's late exercise Had dealt too roughly with her tender throat, Yet summons all her sweet powers for a note. Alas, in vain! for while, sweet soul, she tries To measure all those wild diversities Of chatt'ring strings, by the small size of one Poor simple voice, raised in a natural tone, She fails, and failing grieves, and grieving dies. She dies, and leaves her life the victor's prize, Falling upon his lute; O fit to have, That lived so sweetly, dead, so sweet a grave!
Page 437 - It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that I wrote the last lines of the last page, in a summer-house in my garden. After laying down my pen I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains.
Page 347 - When all these employments are well conquered, then will the choice histories, heroic poems, and Attic tragedies of stateliest and most regal argument with all the famous political orations offer themselves; which if they were not only read, but some of them got by memory and solemnly pronounced with right accent and grace as might be taught, would endue them even with the spirit and vigor of Demosthenes or Cicero, Euripides or Sophocles.
Page 235 - Dogges lye in your laps: so Euphues may be in your hands, that when you shall be wearie in reading of the one, you may be ready to sport with the other...
Page 424 - Conjectural criticism demands more than humanity possesses, and he that exercises it with most praise, has very frequent need of indulgence. Let us now be told no more of the dull duty of an editor.

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