The road for the French from Vienna to Znaim was shorter and better than the road for the Russians from Krems to Znaim.
Greene’s life comprises and almost defines the greatest era of expansion known in English drama. The circumstances of his death are variously related. In the theme of Peloponnesus, forty cities were still numbered, and the declining state of Sparta, Argos, and Corinth, may be suspended in the tenth century, at an equal distance, perhaps, between their antique splendor and their present desolation. Every citizen made a public and solemn vow to conform to the religion of his country, to defend it, and to cause it to be respected. In all the length and breadth of Spain no writer (with the possible exception of that slashing, incorrigible, brilliant reviewer, Antonio de Valbuena) is better known and more feared than Leopoldo Alas (b.
Daressy, I., Contribution a l’étude de la 21ème dynastie égyptienne in Rev. But from his own tone in speaking of the Christians it is clear he knew them only from calumny; and we hear of no measures taken even to secure that they should have a fair hearing. Shaftesbury had seen the progress of this enormous change with the deepest alarm. In science the discovery of the circulation of the blood by Harvey, and the invention of logarithms by Napier, were the great events of that department. In Lacedæmon personality proper was so much disregarded that the individual could not have free development or expression; individuality was not recognized, and hence not brought into harmony with the common end of the State.
With his hand always on the pulse of the nation, he knew when he could carry his designs into execution and when he must wait for a fever to subside. But enough had already been done to produce a change such as never had been seen in England since the days of Queen Mary. The artful dodger! He had drawn and coloured a beautiful little sketch of a bridge; not an engineer’s plan with sections and measurements, vexatious to a woman’s eye, but a graceful little bridge with a string of cars running under it. In prison Fray Luis wrote his celebrated treatise, the greatest of Spanish mystic books, Los Nombres de Cristo, a series of dissertations, in Plato’s manner, on the symbolic value of such names of Christ as the Mount, the Shepherd, the Arm of God, the Prince of Peace, the Bridegroom. “Won’t you come over to the other table?” suggested Anna Pávlovna.