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... means of knowing , that the proof of Burke's Letter to a noble Lord ( “ the most rapid , impetu- ous , glancing and sportive of all his works " ) was returned to the printing office so completely blotted over with alterations , that the ...
... means of knowing , that the proof of Burke's Letter to a noble Lord ( “ the most rapid , impetu- ous , glancing and sportive of all his works " ) was returned to the printing office so completely blotted over with alterations , that the ...
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... means dissatisfied with the general charac- ter of his own intellect . Montaigne's Confessions , for such his Essays ... mean and ludicrous passages in their history ; but this may have been done partly with a proud consciousness that ...
... means dissatisfied with the general charac- ter of his own intellect . Montaigne's Confessions , for such his Essays ... mean and ludicrous passages in their history ; but this may have been done partly with a proud consciousness that ...
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... means of destruction ! But in the illustration of smoothness and of toil , Pope is very superior to Pitt , and he also exhibits a great advantage over him in the general elegance and finish of his performance . Pitt has been obliged to ...
... means of destruction ! But in the illustration of smoothness and of toil , Pope is very superior to Pitt , and he also exhibits a great advantage over him in the general elegance and finish of his performance . Pitt has been obliged to ...
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... means one of his best perform- ances , are " eminently poetical and pathetic ! " Pope has no doubt been greatly undervalued by the critics of the present day , though Lord Byron , who was jealous of the Lake School , and at once abused ...
... means one of his best perform- ances , are " eminently poetical and pathetic ! " Pope has no doubt been greatly undervalued by the critics of the present day , though Lord Byron , who was jealous of the Lake School , and at once abused ...
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... mean- ness . But he is not always so unfortunate , and no reader of true taste would hesitate to prefer his translation of the celebrated Moon - light Scene , to that of Pope . Surely there is something simple , natural , and , in a ...
... mean- ness . But he is not always so unfortunate , and no reader of true taste would hesitate to prefer his translation of the celebrated Moon - light Scene , to that of Pope . Surely there is something simple , natural , and , in a ...
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Literary Leaves; Or, Prose and Verse Chiefly Written in India, Volym 1 David Lester Richardson Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1840 |
Literary Leaves; Or, Prose and Verse Chiefly Written in India, Volym 1 David Lester Richardson Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1840 |
Literary Leaves; Or, Prose and Verse Chiefly Written in India, Volym 1 David Lester Richardson Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1840 |
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Sida 278 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups, That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Sida 330 - Phoebus lifts his golden fire: The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire. These ears, alas! for other notes repine; A different object do these eyes require; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine; And in my breast the imperfect joys expire; Yet morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that...
Sida 95 - Less than a god they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell!
Sida 127 - Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be, In every work regard the writer's end, Since none can compass more than they intend; And if the means be just, the conduct true, Applause, in spite of trivial faults, is due.
Sida 89 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar...
Sida 200 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman.
Sida 91 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.
Sida 256 - See, what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Sida 147 - Neither a borrower nor a lender be ; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
Sida 95 - Now strike the golden lyre again: A louder yet, and yet a louder strain ! Break his bands of sleep asunder And rouse him like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark ! the horrid sound Has raised up his head : As awaked from the dead, And amazed he stares around. Revenge, revenge...