It has all the contortions of the sibyl without the inspiration.

It has all the contortions of the sibyl without the inspiration.

At whose sight, like the sun,
All others with diminish'd lustre shone.

At whose sight, like the sun,
All others with diminish'd lustre shone.

Too great refinement is false delicacy, and true delicacy is
solid refinement.

Too great refinement is false delicacy, and true delicacy is
solid refinement.

Glass antique! 'twixt thee and Nell
Draw we here a parallel!
She, like thee, was forced to read more

Glass antique! 'twixt thee and Nell
Draw we here a parallel!
She, like thee, was forced to bear
All reflections, foul or fair.
Thou art deep and bright within,
Depths as bright belong'd to Gwynne;
Thou art very frail as well,
Frail as flesh is,--so was Nell.

Is it possible your pragmatical worship should not know that the
comparisons made between wit and wit, courage and read more

Is it possible your pragmatical worship should not know that the
comparisons made between wit and wit, courage and courage, beauty
and beauty, birth and birth, are always odious and ill taken?

Comparisons are odious.

Comparisons are odious.

And but two ways are offered to our will,
Toil with rare triumph, ease with safe disgrace,
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And but two ways are offered to our will,
Toil with rare triumph, ease with safe disgrace,
The problem still for us and all of human race.

How God ever brings like to like.

How God ever brings like to like.

Such are thou and I: but what I am thou canst not be; what thou
art any one of read more

Such are thou and I: but what I am thou canst not be; what thou
art any one of the multitude may be.
[Lat., Hoc ego, tuque sumus: set quod sum, non potes esse:
Tu quod es, e populo quilibet esse potest.]