EssaysEdward Moxon, 1841 - 79 стор. |
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... writing some words upon it , pitched it into Cydippe's bosom . ACONTIUS was a youth of the island of Cea The words were these : ΜΑ ΤΗΝ ΑΡΤΕΜΙΝ ΑΚΟΝΤΙΩ ΓΑΜΟΥΜΑΙ . By Dian , I will marry Acontius . Or as a poet has written them : Juro ...
... writing some words upon it , pitched it into Cydippe's bosom . ACONTIUS was a youth of the island of Cea The words were these : ΜΑ ΤΗΝ ΑΡΤΕΜΙΝ ΑΚΟΝΤΙΩ ΓΑΜΟΥΜΑΙ . By Dian , I will marry Acontius . Or as a poet has written them : Juro ...
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... writer on legislation , * and lately occupied by a celebrated critic and metaphy- sician ; and he died in the ... writing to him from the country , in an epistle full of jovial wit , says , -- The sun , which doth the greatest comfort ...
... writer on legislation , * and lately occupied by a celebrated critic and metaphy- sician ; and he died in the ... writing to him from the country , in an epistle full of jovial wit , says , -- The sun , which doth the greatest comfort ...
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... write for him . They soon sat down to the work . Sir Richard dictated , and Savage wrote , till the dinner that had been ordered was put upon the table . Savage was surprised at the meanness of the entertain- ment , and after some ...
... write for him . They soon sat down to the work . Sir Richard dictated , and Savage wrote , till the dinner that had been ordered was put upon the table . Savage was surprised at the meanness of the entertain- ment , and after some ...
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... write a work on this subject . We have plenty of books on symptoms and other alarming matters , very useful for in- creasing the harm already existing . We believe also there are some works of a dif- ferent kind , if not written in ...
... write a work on this subject . We have plenty of books on symptoms and other alarming matters , very useful for in- creasing the harm already existing . We believe also there are some works of a dif- ferent kind , if not written in ...
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... writer ( Wordsworth ) has written an idle couplet about the insanity of poets : We poets enter on our path with gladness , But thereof comes in the end despondency and madness . If he did not mean madness in the ordinary sense , he ...
... writer ( Wordsworth ) has written an idle couplet about the insanity of poets : We poets enter on our path with gladness , But thereof comes in the end despondency and madness . If he did not mean madness in the ordinary sense , he ...
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Сторінка 11 - I behold like a Spanish great galleon and an English man-of-war. Master Coleridge, like the former, was built far higher in learning, solid, but slow in his performances. CVL, with the English man-of-war, lesser in bulk, but lighter in sailing, could turn with all tides, tack about, and take advantage of all winds, by the quickness of his wit and invention.
Сторінка 25 - For do but note a wild and wanton herd, Or race of youthful and unhandled colts, Fetching mad bounds, bellowing and neighing loud, Which is the hot condition of their blood; If they but hear perchance a trumpet sound, Or any air of music touch their ears, You shall perceive them make a mutual stand, Their savage eyes turn'd to a modest gaze By the sweet power of music...
Сторінка 13 - Which was, to lead him, in close secrecy, Even to Madeline's chamber, and there hide Him in a closet, of such privacy...
Сторінка 62 - Sirens' harmony, That sit upon the nine infolded spheres, And sing to those that hold the vital shears, And turn the adamantine spindle round On which the fate of gods and men is wound.
Сторінка 22 - Of depth immeasurable: anon they move In perfect phalanx to the Dorian mood Of flutes and soft recorders...
Сторінка 12 - Ah, happy chance! the aged creature came, Shuffling along with ivory-headed wand, To where he stood, hid from the torch's flame, Behind a broad hall-pillar, far beyond The sound of merriment and chorus bland...
Сторінка 14 - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in seaweed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees, In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.
Сторінка 19 - And not a voice was idle; with the din Smitten, the precipices rang aloud; The leafless trees and every icy crag Tinkled like iron; while far distant hills Into the tumult sent an alien sound Of melancholy not unnoticed, while the stars Eastward were sparkling clear, and in the west The orange sky of evening died away.
Сторінка 15 - And now, my Love ! my seraph fair, awake ! Thou art my heaven, and I thine eremite. Open thine eyes, for meek St. Agnes' sake ! Or I shall drowse beside thee, so my soul doth ache.
Сторінка 10 - Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold: Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith.