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Admiration begins where acquaintance ceases
Admiration begins where acquaintance ceases
We always love those who admire us; we do not always love those whom we admire.
We always love those who admire us; we do not always love those whom we admire.
No nobler feeling than this, of admiration for one higher than
himself, dwells in the breast of man. It read more
No nobler feeling than this, of admiration for one higher than
himself, dwells in the breast of man. It is to this hour, and at
all hours, the vivifying influence in man's life.
We live by our imagination, our admirations, and our sentiments.
We live by our imagination, our admirations, and our sentiments.
What I have known with respect to myself, has tended much to lessen both my admiration, and my contempt, of read more
What I have known with respect to myself, has tended much to lessen both my admiration, and my contempt, of others.
Heroes themselves had fallen behind!
--Whene'er he went before.
Heroes themselves had fallen behind!
--Whene'er he went before.
Admiration is a very short-lived passion that immediately decays upon growing familiar with its object, unless it be still fed read more
Admiration is a very short-lived passion that immediately decays upon growing familiar with its object, unless it be still fed with fresh discoveries, and kept alive by a new perpetual succession of miracles rising up to its view.
On dit que dans ses amours
Il fut caresse des belles,
Qui le suivirent toujours,
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On dit que dans ses amours
Il fut caresse des belles,
Qui le suivirent toujours,
Tant qu'il marcha devant elles.
"Not to admire, is all the art I know
(Plain truth, dear Murray, needs few flowers of speech)
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"Not to admire, is all the art I know
(Plain truth, dear Murray, needs few flowers of speech)
To make men happy, or to keep them so."
(So take it in the very words of Creech)
Thus Horace wrote we all know long ago;
And thus Pope quotes the precept to re-teach
From his translation; but had none admired,
Would Pope have sung, or Horace been inspired?
