The Spirit of the Age Or Contemporary Portraits, Том 2Colburn, 1825 - 424 стор. |
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... too entirely on one subject and pursuit , and has not " looked enough abroad into universality . " 99 * Lord Bacon's Advancement of Learning . C WILLIAM GODWIN . WILLIAM GODWIN . THE Spirit of the JEREMY BENTHAM . 25.
... too entirely on one subject and pursuit , and has not " looked enough abroad into universality . " 99 * Lord Bacon's Advancement of Learning . C WILLIAM GODWIN . WILLIAM GODWIN . THE Spirit of the JEREMY BENTHAM . 25.
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... Learning rocked him in his cradle , and while yet a child , " He lisped in numbers , for the numbers came . " At sixteen he wrote his Ode on Chatterton , and he still reverts to that period with delight , not so much as it relates to ...
... Learning rocked him in his cradle , and while yet a child , " He lisped in numbers , for the numbers came . " At sixteen he wrote his Ode on Chatterton , and he still reverts to that period with delight , not so much as it relates to ...
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... learning , unwieldy , enormous ) and in Lord Brook's hieroglyphic theories , and in Bishop Butler's Ser- mons , and in the Duchess of Newcastle's fantastic folios , and in Clarke and South and Tillotson , and all the fine thinkers and ...
... learning , unwieldy , enormous ) and in Lord Brook's hieroglyphic theories , and in Bishop Butler's Ser- mons , and in the Duchess of Newcastle's fantastic folios , and in Clarke and South and Tillotson , and all the fine thinkers and ...
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... is Genius ! " - What is become of all this mighty heap of hope , of thought , of learning , and humanity ? It has ended in swal- lowing doses of oblivion and in writing paragraphs in the Courier . - Such and so little is MR . COLERIDGE .
... is Genius ! " - What is become of all this mighty heap of hope , of thought , of learning , and humanity ? It has ended in swal- lowing doses of oblivion and in writing paragraphs in the Courier . - Such and so little is MR . COLERIDGE .
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... learning and of information . He is " full of wise saws and modern " ( as well as ancient ) " instances . " Mr. Southey may not always convince his opponents ; but he seldom fails to stagger , never to gall them . In a word , we may ...
... learning and of information . He is " full of wise saws and modern " ( as well as ancient ) " instances . " Mr. Southey may not always convince his opponents ; but he seldom fails to stagger , never to gall them . In a word , we may ...
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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.