Memoirs of the Life, Writings, and Correspondence, of Sir William Jones

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Page 400 - ... of law there can be no less acknowledged, than that her seat is the bosom of God, her voice the harmony of the world: all things in heaven and earth do her homage, the very least as feeling her care, and the greatest as not exempted from her power: both angels and men, and creatures of what condition soever, though each in different sort and manner, yet all with uniform consent, admiring her as the mother of their peace and joy.
Page 464 - ... no philologer could examine them all three, without believing them to have sprung from some common source, which, perhaps, no longer exists...
Page 400 - Of Law there can be no less acknowledged than that her seat is the bosom of God ; her voice the harmony of the world. All things in heaven and earth do her homage ; the very least as feeling her care, and the greatest as not exempted from her power.
Page 621 - Da be' rami scendea, (Dolce ne la memoria) Una pioggia di fior sovra '1 suo grembo; Et ella si sedea Umile in tanta gloria, Coverta giÓ de l'amoroso nembo. Qual fior cadea sul lembo, Qual su le treccie bionde, Ch'oro forbito e perle Eran quel dý a vederle ; Qual si posava in terra, e qual su l'onde ; Qual con un vago errore Girando parea dir: 'Qui regna Amore.
Page 464 - The Sanskrit language, whatever be its antiquity, is of a wonderful structure; more perfect than the Greek, more copious than the Latin, and more exquisitely refined than either...
Page 450 - I have carefully and regularly perused these Holy Scriptures, and am of opinion, that the volume, independently of its divine origin, contains more sublimity, purer morality, more important history, and finer strains of eloquence, than can be collected from all other books, in whatever language they may have been written.
Page 82 - Where the great Sun begins his state Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight ; While the ploughman, near at hand, ' Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Page 114 - My friends, companions, relations, all attacked me with urgent solicitations to banish poetry and Oriental literature for a time, and apply myself to oratory and the study of the law ; in other words, to become a barrister, and pursue the track of ambition. Their advice in truth was conformable to my own inclinations ; for the only road to the highest stations in this country is that of the law ; and I need not add, how ambitious and laborious I am.
Page 229 - I pass with haste by the coast of Africa, " whence my mind turns with indignation at the " abominable traffic in the human species, from " which a part of our countrymen dare to derive " their most inauspicious wealth.
Page 488 - ... delight ; but I never could learn by what right, nor conceive with what feelings a naturalist can occasion the misery of an innocent bird, and leave its young, perhaps, to perish in a cold nest, because it has gay plumage, and has never been accurately delineated ; or deprive even a butterfly of its natural enjoyments, because it has the misfortune to be rare or beautiful...

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