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Defects at all events those which we call by that name are often the inborn, necessary, inevitable conditions of good qualities. Scit genius, natale comes qul temperat astrum. Who ever saw a medal without its reverse? a talent that had not some shadow with its brilliancy, some smoke with its flame? Such a blemish can be only the inseparable consequence of such beauty.
Matthew Paris, for instance, opens the story of Enius in these words: "Miles quidam Oenus nomine, qui multis annis sub Rege Stephano militaverat licentia a Rege impetrata, profectus est in Hyberniam ad natale solum, ut parentes visitaret.
France is already, in reality, my native country: there did I receive my birth; it is no hardship to return to my natale solum; it is an honour to return in the company of Henry St. John. I will have no refusal: my law case is over; my papers are few; my money I will manage to transfer.
He loved the "Pastorale" almost without knowing that he loved it. It reminded him of the festa of Natale, when, as a child, dressed in a long, white garment, he had carried a blazing torch of straw down the steps of the church of San Pancrazio before the canopy that sheltered the Bambino. It was a part of his life, as his mother was, and Tito the donkey, and the vineyards, the sea, the sun.
France is already, in reality, my native country: there did I receive my birth; it is no hardship to return to my /natale solum/; it is an honour to return in the company of Henry St. John. I will have no refusal: my law case is over; my papers are few; my money I will manage to transfer.
Notwithstanding this new engagement with a foreigner, our hero's mother still exercised the virtues of her calling among the English troops, so much was she biassed by that laudable partiality, which, as Horace observes, the natale solum generally inspires.
The sakieh droned in my ears no more like distant Sicilian pipes playing at Natale. I felt a breath from the desert. And, indeed, the desert was near that realistic desert which suggests to the traveller approaches to the sea, so that beyond each pallid dune, as he draws near it, he half expects to hear the lapping of the waves.
Gibbon wrote to Holroyd Misc. Works, ii 126: 'Never pretend to allure me by painting in odious colours the dust of London. But for the old, the infirm, the straightened in fortune, the grave in character or in disposition, I do not believe a much worse place can be found. Ib. iv. 250. 'Nescio qua natale solum dulcedine captos Ducit, et immemores non sinit esse sui. Ovid, Ep. ex Ponto, i. 3. 35.
At any rate, I have always loved it more than all other music, and now well, you can guess if I love it now." She dropped one hand against the donkey's warm shoulder. Maurice took it in his warm hand. "All Sicily, all the real, wild Sicily seems to be in it. They play it in the churches on the night of the Natale," she went on, after a moment. "I shall never forget hearing it for the first time.
see ante, p. 184. See ante, ii. 120, where he took upon his knee a young woman who came to consult him on the subject of Methodism. See ante, pp. 215, 246. See ante, iv. 176. 'If ev'ry wheel of that unwearied mill That turned ten thousand verses now stands still. Imitations of Horace, 2 Epis. ii. 78. Ante, p. 206. 'Nescio qua natale solum dulcedine captos Ducit. Ovid, Ex Pont. i. 3. 35.
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