The Spirit of the Age Or Contemporary Portraits, Том 2Colburn, 1825 - 424 стор. |
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... pass backwards and forwards to it with their cloven hoofs . Let us not , however , be getting on too fast - Milton himself taught school ! There is something not altogether dissimilar between Mr. Bentham's appearance , and the portraits ...
... pass backwards and forwards to it with their cloven hoofs . Let us not , however , be getting on too fast - Milton himself taught school ! There is something not altogether dissimilar between Mr. Bentham's appearance , and the portraits ...
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... pass for mere irony . What the proportion between the good and the evil will really be found in any of the supposed cases , may be a question to the understanding ; but to the imagination and the heart , that is , to the natural ...
... pass for mere irony . What the proportion between the good and the evil will really be found in any of the supposed cases , may be a question to the understanding ; but to the imagination and the heart , that is , to the natural ...
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... pass the Arctic Circle and Frozen Regions , where the understanding is no longer warmed by the affections , nor fanned by the breeze of fancy ! This is the effect of all bold , original , and powerful think- ing , that it either ...
... pass the Arctic Circle and Frozen Regions , where the understanding is no longer warmed by the affections , nor fanned by the breeze of fancy ! This is the effect of all bold , original , and powerful think- ing , that it either ...
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... pass through the mind of man , but its sound has at some time or other passed over his head with rustling pinions . On whatever question or au- thor you speak , he is prepared to take up the theme with advantage from Peter Abelard down ...
... pass through the mind of man , but its sound has at some time or other passed over his head with rustling pinions . On whatever question or au- thor you speak , he is prepared to take up the theme with advantage from Peter Abelard down ...
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... after - moment aught less vast Might stamp me mortal ! A triumphant shout Black horror scream'd , and all her goblin rout From the more with'ring scene diminish'd pass'd , - Ah ! Bard tremendous in sublimity ! Could I MR . COLERIDGE . 69.
... after - moment aught less vast Might stamp me mortal ! A triumphant shout Black horror scream'd , and all her goblin rout From the more with'ring scene diminish'd pass'd , - Ah ! Bard tremendous in sublimity ! Could I MR . COLERIDGE . 69.
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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.