Essays from the London Times: A Collection of Personal and Historical Sketches, Том 2D. Appleton, 1852 - 301 стор. |
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... passion for novels whom we found Mr. Bennet so ungallantly denouncing in a recent letter to his children . We object to a Cantab being styled a " rose " under any conditions ; but do not suppose that we would shut up nature , as a ...
... passion for novels whom we found Mr. Bennet so ungallantly denouncing in a recent letter to his children . We object to a Cantab being styled a " rose " under any conditions ; but do not suppose that we would shut up nature , as a ...
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... passion . Fail- ing in their patriotic and noble endeavour , they became the victims rather than the heroes of the hour , and their humble efforts are still suffered to look pale at the side of the fiery but ferocious achievements of a ...
... passion . Fail- ing in their patriotic and noble endeavour , they became the victims rather than the heroes of the hour , and their humble efforts are still suffered to look pale at the side of the fiery but ferocious achievements of a ...
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... passion for national unity and repose . At the battle of Edge Hill Clarendon states that " Falkland forgot that he was Secretary of State , and desired to be where there would be probably most to do . " And yet so chary was he of ...
... passion for national unity and repose . At the battle of Edge Hill Clarendon states that " Falkland forgot that he was Secretary of State , and desired to be where there would be probably most to do . " And yet so chary was he of ...
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... passion for designing skeleton faces . Ere this , however , he has been introduced by Peggotty , the nurse , to her Yarmouth friends , and dwelt , while by the sea - shore , with Mr. Peggotty , fisherman , Ham , his orphan nephew ...
... passion for designing skeleton faces . Ere this , however , he has been introduced by Peggotty , the nurse , to her Yarmouth friends , and dwelt , while by the sea - shore , with Mr. Peggotty , fisherman , Ham , his orphan nephew ...
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... passion or a foolish match , though there is in the impersonation of it . Dora Spenlow is a caricature- one of those caricatures into which Mr. Dickens allows himself to be seduced by his habit of working up figures in detail , and his ...
... passion or a foolish match , though there is in the impersonation of it . Dora Spenlow is a caricature- one of those caricatures into which Mr. Dickens allows himself to be seduced by his habit of working up figures in detail , and his ...
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Сторінка 125 - A perfect Woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of angelic light.
Сторінка 45 - If it were fill'd with your most high deserts ? Though yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tomb Which hides your life and shows not half your parts. If I could write the beauty of your eyes And in fresh numbers number all your graces, The age to come would say ' This poet lies ; Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces.
Сторінка 49 - Nor thro' the questions men may try, The petty cobwebs we have spun : If e'er when faith had fall'n asleep, I heard a voice, "Believe no more," And heard an ever-breaking shore That tumbled in the godless deep; A warmth within the breast would melt The freezing reason's colder part, And like a man in wrath the heart Stood up and answer'd, "I have felt.
Сторінка 44 - Practiser in Physic.) Condemned to Hope's delusive mine, As on we toil from day to day, By sudden blasts, or slow decline, Our social comforts drop away. Well...
Сторінка 94 - We have, however, a plain precept to follow, which is, to do our duty in that state of life to which it has pleased God to call us.
Сторінка 50 - Or that the past will always win A glory from its being far, And orb into the perfect star We saw not when we moved therein?
Сторінка 45 - As sometimes in a dead man's face, To those that watch it more and more, A likeness, hardly seen before, Comes out— to some one of his race: So, dearest, now thy brows are cold, I see thee what thou art, and know Thy likeness to the wise below, Thy kindred with the great of old.
Сторінка 51 - THAT each, who seems a separate whole, Should move his rounds, and fusing all The skirts of self again, should fall Remerging in the general Soul, Is faith as vague as all unsweet: Eternal form shall still divide The eternal soul from all beside; And I shall know him when we meet...
Сторінка 55 - I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope through darkness up to God, I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope.
Сторінка 94 - Coleridge sat on the brow of Highgate Hill in those years looking down on London and its smoke tumult like a sage escaped from the inanity of life's battle, attracting towards him the thoughts of innumerable brave souls still engaged there. His express contributions to poetry, philosophy, or any specific province of human literature or enlightenment had been small and sadly...