The Spirit of the Age Or Contemporary Portraits, Том 2Colburn, 1825 - 424 стор. |
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... admirable little work On Usury , pub- lished forty years ago , is clear , easy , and vigorous . But Mr. Bentham has shut himself up since then " in nook monastic , " conversing only with followers of his own , or with " men of Ind ...
... admirable little work On Usury , pub- lished forty years ago , is clear , easy , and vigorous . But Mr. Bentham has shut himself up since then " in nook monastic , " conversing only with followers of his own , or with " men of Ind ...
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... admirable and complete in themselves , and would not lead you to suppose that the author , who is so entirely at home in human character and dramatic situation , had ever dabbled in logic or metaphysics . The first 44 THE SPIRIT OF THE AGE ...
... admirable and complete in themselves , and would not lead you to suppose that the author , who is so entirely at home in human character and dramatic situation , had ever dabbled in logic or metaphysics . The first 44 THE SPIRIT OF THE AGE ...
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... admired perfor- mances , is mawkish , and the other morbid . Mr. Godwin is also an essayist , an historian - in short , what is he not , that belongs to the character of an indefatigable and accomplished author ? His Life of Chaucer ...
... admired perfor- mances , is mawkish , and the other morbid . Mr. Godwin is also an essayist , an historian - in short , what is he not , that belongs to the character of an indefatigable and accomplished author ? His Life of Chaucer ...
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... admiration , tinctured with wonder ) used to men- tion a circumstance with respect to the last - men- tioned work , which may throw some light on the history and progress of Mr. Godwin's mind . He was anxious to make his biographical ...
... admiration , tinctured with wonder ) used to men- tion a circumstance with respect to the last - men- tioned work , which may throw some light on the history and progress of Mr. Godwin's mind . He was anxious to make his biographical ...
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... admiration of him . He looks up with unfeigned respect to acknowledged repu- tation ( but then it must be very well ascertained before he admits it ) -and has a favourite hypothesis that Understanding and Virtue are the same thing . Mr ...
... admiration of him . He looks up with unfeigned respect to acknowledged repu- tation ( but then it must be very well ascertained before he admits it ) -and has a favourite hypothesis that Understanding and Virtue are the same thing . Mr ...
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Сторінка 363 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds rolling dun, Where furious Frank, and fiery Hun, Shout in their sulph'rous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry ! Few, few, shall part where many meet ! The snow shall be their winding-sheet, And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.
Сторінка 143 - Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much; Who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind.
Сторінка 362 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Сторінка 58 - That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct As water is in water.
Сторінка 398 - High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin, That all with one consent praise new-born gawds, Though they are made and moulded of things past, And give to dust that is a little gilt More laud than gilt o'er-dusted.
Сторінка 262 - Out went the taper as she hurried in ; Its little smoke, in pallid moonshine, died: She closed the door, she panted, all akin To spirits of the air, and visions wide : No uttered syllable, or, woe betide...
Сторінка 70 - Diminished shrunk from the more withering scene ! Ah Bard tremendous in sublimity ! Could I behold thee in thy loftier mood Wandering at eve with finely frenzied eye Beneath some vast old tempest-swinging wood ! Awhile with mute awe gazing I would brood : Then weep aloud in a wild ecstasy ! LINES COMPOSED WHILE CLIMBING THE LEFT ASCENT OF BROCKLEY COOMB, SOMERSETSHIRE, MAY, 1795.
Сторінка 382 - Now, upon SYRIA'S land of roses Softly the light of eve reposes, And, like a glory, the broad sun Hangs over sainted LEBANON ; Whose head in wintry grandeur towers, And whitens with eternal sleet, While summer, in a vale of flowers, Is sleeping rosy at his feet.
Сторінка 191 - The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself; * Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like the baseless fabric of a vision, Leave not a wreck behind.
Сторінка 262 - But to her heart, her heart was voluble, Paining with eloquence her balmy side; As though a tongueless nightingale should swell Her throat in vain, and die, heart-stifled, in her dell.