The Spirit of the Age Or Contemporary Portraits, Том 2Colburn, 1825 - 424 стор. |
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... turn round his garden with him ( Mr. Bentham is an economist of his time , and sets apart this portion of it to air and exercise ) -and there you may see the lively old man , his mind still buoyant with thought and with the prospect of ...
... turn round his garden with him ( Mr. Bentham is an economist of his time , and sets apart this portion of it to air and exercise ) -and there you may see the lively old man , his mind still buoyant with thought and with the prospect of ...
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... turn and rend him ; he is a beneficent spirit , prying into the universe , not lording it over it ; a thoughtful spectator of the scenes of life , or ruminator on the fate of mankind , not a painted pageant , a stupid idol set up on its ...
... turn and rend him ; he is a beneficent spirit , prying into the universe , not lording it over it ; a thoughtful spectator of the scenes of life , or ruminator on the fate of mankind , not a painted pageant , a stupid idol set up on its ...
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... turn- keys , and thief - takers . What even can the Honour- able House , who when the Speaker has pronounced the well - known , wished - for sounds , " That this house do now adjourn , " retire , after voting a royal crusade or a loan ...
... turn- keys , and thief - takers . What even can the Honour- able House , who when the Speaker has pronounced the well - known , wished - for sounds , " That this house do now adjourn , " retire , after voting a royal crusade or a loan ...
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... turn de- serter and the other vagabond , and there is an end of him . The grinding law of necessity , which is no other than a name , a breath , loses its force ; he is no longer sustained by the good opinion of others , and he drops ...
... turn de- serter and the other vagabond , and there is an end of him . The grinding law of necessity , which is no other than a name , a breath , loses its force ; he is no longer sustained by the good opinion of others , and he drops ...
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... turns him out upon the world a reformed man , and as con- fident of the success of his handy - work , as the shoe- maker of that which he has just taken off the last , or the Parisian barber in Sterne , of the buckle of his wig . " Dip ...
... turns him out upon the world a reformed man , and as con- fident of the success of his handy - work , as the shoe- maker of that which he has just taken off the last , or the Parisian barber in Sterne , of the buckle of his wig . " Dip ...
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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.