The Spirit of the Age Or Contemporary Portraits, Том 2Colburn, 1825 - 424 стор. |
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... whole aspect , none of the fierceness of pride or power ; an uncon- scious neglect of his own person , instead of a stately assumption of superiority ; a good - humoured , placid intelligence , instead of a lynx - eyed watchfulness , as ...
... whole aspect , none of the fierceness of pride or power ; an uncon- scious neglect of his own person , instead of a stately assumption of superiority ; a good - humoured , placid intelligence , instead of a lynx - eyed watchfulness , as ...
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... whole mass of fancy , prejudice , passion , sense , whim , with his petrific , leaden mace , that he had " bound volatile Hermes , " and reduced the theory and practice of human life to a caput mortuum of reason , and dull , plodding ...
... whole mass of fancy , prejudice , passion , sense , whim , with his petrific , leaden mace , that he had " bound volatile Hermes , " and reduced the theory and practice of human life to a caput mortuum of reason , and dull , plodding ...
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... whole of truth and good , and act upon it at once , and independently of all other considerations , Mr. Ben- tham's plan would be a feasible one , and the truth , the whole truth , and nothing but the truth , would be the best possible ...
... whole of truth and good , and act upon it at once , and independently of all other considerations , Mr. Ben- tham's plan would be a feasible one , and the truth , the whole truth , and nothing but the truth , would be the best possible ...
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... whole Press- yard , with Jack Ketch at its head , aided by con- fidential persons from the county prisons or the Hulks , and would make a clear breast , some data might be found out to proceed upon ; but as it is , the criminal mind of ...
... whole Press- yard , with Jack Ketch at its head , aided by con- fidential persons from the county prisons or the Hulks , and would make a clear breast , some data might be found out to proceed upon ; but as it is , the criminal mind of ...
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... whole view of a subject in , and as if , should he omit a single circumstance or step of the argument , it would be lost to the world for ever , like an estate by a flaw in the title - deeds . This is over - rating the importance of our ...
... whole view of a subject in , and as if , should he omit a single circumstance or step of the argument , it would be lost to the world for ever , like an estate by a flaw in the title - deeds . This is over - rating the importance of our ...
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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.