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...— a poem undoubtedly containing defects and even excesses, but containing also these lines: — ' And yet what days were those Parmenides ! When we...cities like ourselves, When with elated hearts we join'd your train, Ye Sun-born virgins ! on the road of Truth. Then we could still enjoy ; then neither...

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...and only death Shall cut his oscillations short, and so Bring him to poise. There is no other way. And yet what days were those, Parmenides ! When we...cities like ourselves, When with elated hearts we join'd your train, Ye Sun-born virgins ! on the road of Truth. Then we could still enjoy, then neither...

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...which seasoned the monotony of consent." You seem to be reading a paraphrase of Matthew Arnold's : — And yet what days were those, Parmenides, When we...number friends In all the Italian cities like ourselves ! These things, and such things as these, give the " Confessions " their peculiar charm. Here is a...