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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... never help him through . For nothing doth a man more real mischief in the world than to be sus- pected of too much craft ; because every one stands upon his guard against him , and suspects plots and designs where there are none ...
... never help him through . For nothing doth a man more real mischief in the world than to be sus- pected of too much craft ; because every one stands upon his guard against him , and suspects plots and designs where there are none ...
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... never to bend his knee to any one in authority , or take an oath , even on the most solemn occasion . Acting upon these views , he sometimes went into churches while service was going on , and interrupted the clergy- men by loudly ...
... never to bend his knee to any one in authority , or take an oath , even on the most solemn occasion . Acting upon these views , he sometimes went into churches while service was going on , and interrupted the clergy- men by loudly ...
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... never found ; no , not in the most blessed of families upon earth ; I mean Abra- ham's . To be descended of wealth and titles , fills no man's head with brains , or heart with truth ; those qualities come from a higher cause . ' Tis ...
... never found ; no , not in the most blessed of families upon earth ; I mean Abra- ham's . To be descended of wealth and titles , fills no man's head with brains , or heart with truth ; those qualities come from a higher cause . ' Tis ...
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... never was before - but I little knew either how imperfectly I un- derstood those very points whose discovery so much delighted me , nor how much might be said against them , nor how many things I was yet a stranger to : but now I find ...
... never was before - but I little knew either how imperfectly I un- derstood those very points whose discovery so much delighted me , nor how much might be said against them , nor how many things I was yet a stranger to : but now I find ...
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... never be rid . Also I should , at these years , be greatly troubled with the thoughts of the fearful tor- ments of hell - fire , still fearing that it would be my lot to be found at last among those devils and hellish fiends , who are ...
... never be rid . Also I should , at these years , be greatly troubled with the thoughts of the fearful tor- ments of hell - fire , still fearing that it would be my lot to be found at last among those devils and hellish fiends , who are ...
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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.