Cyclopædia of English Literature: A History, Critical and Biographical, of British and American Authors, with Specimens of Their Writings, Том 3Robert Chambers Amer. Book Exchange, 1879 |
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... kind , just , and helpful , they shall have their affections and services . Thirdly , they are not under equal straits with the inferior sort ; and con- sequently they have more help , leisure , and occasion , to polish their passions ...
... kind , just , and helpful , they shall have their affections and services . Thirdly , they are not under equal straits with the inferior sort ; and con- sequently they have more help , leisure , and occasion , to polish their passions ...
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... kind . Though this be so , yet I imagine most men come very short of what they might at- tain unto in their several degrees , by a neglect of their understandings . A few rules of logic are though sufficient in this case for those who ...
... kind . Though this be so , yet I imagine most men come very short of what they might at- tain unto in their several degrees , by a neglect of their understandings . A few rules of logic are though sufficient in this case for those who ...
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... kind of succession of decays , and conse- quently requiring , ever and anon , a restoration of what it loseth of the virtue of the former aliment , and what was converted after the third concoction into a blood and fleshy substance ...
... kind of succession of decays , and conse- quently requiring , ever and anon , a restoration of what it loseth of the virtue of the former aliment , and what was converted after the third concoction into a blood and fleshy substance ...
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... kind of white wine grows among the mountains of Galicia , but not of body enough to bear the sea , called Rabidavia . Portugal affords no wines worth the transporting . They have an odd stone we call Yef , which they use to throw into ...
... kind of white wine grows among the mountains of Galicia , but not of body enough to bear the sea , called Rabidavia . Portugal affords no wines worth the transporting . They have an odd stone we call Yef , which they use to throw into ...
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... kind of subjects he was fond of investigating , and to exemplify the notions which pre- vailed in the seventeenth century : That crystal is nothing else but ice strongly congealed ; that a diamond is softened or broken by the blood of a ...
... kind of subjects he was fond of investigating , and to exemplify the notions which pre- vailed in the seventeenth century : That crystal is nothing else but ice strongly congealed ; that a diamond is softened or broken by the blood of a ...
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Сторінка 315 - There shall be sung another golden age, The rise of empire and of arts, The good and great inspiring epic rage, The wisest heads and noblest hearts. " Not such as Europe breeds in her decay ; Such as she bred when fresh and young, When heavenly flame did animate her clay, By future poets shall be sung. " Westward the course of empire takes its way ; The four first acts already past, A fifth shall close the drama with the day ; Time's noblest offspring is the last.
Сторінка 397 - Of man's miraculous mistakes this bears The palm, ' That all men are about to live, For ever on the brink of being born.' All pay themselves the compliment to think They one day shall not drivel : and their pride On this reversion takes up ready praise ; At least, their own ; their future selves applaud How excellent that life they ne'er will lead.
Сторінка 299 - Great in the earth as in the ethereal frame, Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees : Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent...
Сторінка 193 - Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer; Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault and hesitate dislike...
Сторінка 87 - All the images of nature were still present to him, and he drew them not laboriously but luckily : when he describes anything you more than see it, you feel it too. Those who accuse him to have wanted learning, give him the greater commendation : he was naturally learned ; he needed not the spectacles of books to read nature ; he looked inwards, and found her there.
Сторінка 290 - Behold, I go forward, but he is not there ; and backward, but I cannot perceive him : on the left hand, where he doth work, but I cannot behold him : he hideth himself on the right hand, that I cannot see him : but he knoweth the way that I take : when he hath tried me, I shall come forth as gold.
Сторінка 182 - Aonian maids, Delight no more — O Thou my voice inspire Who touched Isaiah's hallowed lips with fire ! . Rapt into future times, the bard begun : A Virgin shall conceive, a Virgin bear a Son ! From Jesse's...
Сторінка 283 - Cast thy eyes eastward, said he, and tell me what thou seest. I see, said I, a huge valley, and a prodigious tide of water rolling through it. The valley that thou seest, said he, is the vale of misery ; and the tide of water that thou seest, is part of the great tide of eternity. What is the reason...
Сторінка 395 - The bell strikes one. We take no note of time, But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the, knell of my departed hours : Where are they? With the years beyond the flood.
Сторінка 194 - Or spite, or smut, or rhymes, or blasphemies. His wit all seesaw, between that and this, Now high, now low, now master up, now miss, And he himself one vile antithesis.