The Ruminator: Containing a Series of Moral, Critical, and Sentimental Essays, Том 2Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1813 |
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... person of ordinary abilities can easily execute . I confess my own opinion is very much the reverse : and , in truth , I should be necessitated to deem myself miserably below the usual standard of mental faculties , if I thought ...
... person of ordinary abilities can easily execute . I confess my own opinion is very much the reverse : and , in truth , I should be necessitated to deem myself miserably below the usual standard of mental faculties , if I thought ...
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... too great a habit of abstraction , or whether , the condensing into one person all the THE RUMINATOR . 45 On the allegorical style of poetry of Collins-with a comparison of it with that of Sackville "Melior fieri tuendo.
... too great a habit of abstraction , or whether , the condensing into one person all the THE RUMINATOR . 45 On the allegorical style of poetry of Collins-with a comparison of it with that of Sackville "Melior fieri tuendo.
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... person all the varieties of a passion , too much narrows our ideas , or whatever be the cause , it is certain that even of those who are pleased with such exhibitions at first , the major part soon grow weary . Collins's delinea- tions ...
... person all the varieties of a passion , too much narrows our ideas , or whatever be the cause , it is certain that even of those who are pleased with such exhibitions at first , the major part soon grow weary . Collins's delinea- tions ...
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... pation in pursuits productive of public instruction or pleasure . It may be admitted that persons so employed sometimes mistake the value of their materials , and sometimes when they judge rightly of them make a false 58 THE RUMINATOR .
... pation in pursuits productive of public instruction or pleasure . It may be admitted that persons so employed sometimes mistake the value of their materials , and sometimes when they judge rightly of them make a false 58 THE RUMINATOR .
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... , 1752 " I must beg a thousand pardons , my dear Miss Carter , for my absolute silence on the death of that excellent person , the RAMBLER . I assure you , I grieved for it most sincerely , and could have dropt 64 THE RUMINATOR .
... , 1752 " I must beg a thousand pardons , my dear Miss Carter , for my absolute silence on the death of that excellent person , the RAMBLER . I assure you , I grieved for it most sincerely , and could have dropt 64 THE RUMINATOR .
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The Ruminator: Containing a Series of Moral, Critical, and ..., Том 2 Sir Egerton Brydges Повний перегляд - 1813 |
The Ruminator: Containing a Series of Moral, Critical, and ..., Том 2 Sir Egerton Brydges Повний перегляд - 1813 |
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Сторінка 163 - I never framed a wish, or formed a plan, That flattered me with hopes of earthly bliss, But there I laid the scene. There early strayed My fancy, ere yet liberty of choice Had found me, or the hope of being free. My very dreams were rural, rural too...
Сторінка 47 - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious! But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever; Or like the borealis race That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tam maun ride; That hour, o...
Сторінка 309 - exclaims the Lance; 'Bear me to the heart of France,' Is the longing of the Shield; Tell thy name, thou trembling field; Field of death, where'er thou be, Groan thou with our victory ! Happy day, and mighty hour...
Сторінка 43 - FLOW gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise ; My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream. Thou stock-dove whose echo resounds thro...
Сторінка 55 - By him lay heavy Sleep, the cousin of Death, Flat on the ground, and still as any stone, A very corpse, save yielding forth a breath : Small keep took he, whom Fortune frowned on, Or whom she lifted up into the throne Of high renown ; but, as a living death, So, dead alive, of life he drew the breath.
Сторінка 270 - It gave me inexpressible pleasure to find myself in the midst of so noble an amphitheatre, almost encircled by the vast regions of Asia, which has ever been esteemed the nurse of sciences, the inventress of delightful and useful arts...
Сторінка 9 - For oft the heavenly fire, that lay conceal'd Beneath the sleeping embers, mounted fast, And all its native light anew reveal'd: Oft as he travers'd the cerulean field, And mark'd the clouds that drove before the wind, Ten thousand glorious systems would he build, Ten thousand great ideas fill'd his mind; But with the clouds they fled, and left no trace behind.
Сторінка 58 - No towns, ne realms, cities, ne strongest tower, But all, perforce, must yield unto his power. His dart, anon, out of the corpse he took, And in his hand, a dreadful sight to see...
Сторінка 56 - His scalp all piled,1 and he with eld forelore, His wither'd fist still knocking at death's door; Fumbling, and drivelling, as he draws his breath ; For brief, the shape and messenger of Death.
Сторінка 57 - Crookbacked he was, tooth-shaken, and blear-eyed, Went on three feet, and sometime crept on four, With old lame bones that rattled by his side, His scalp all pilled and he with eld forlore; His withered fist still knocking at Death's door, Fumbling and drivelling as he draws his breath; For brief, the shape and messenger of Death.