The English Humourists of the Eighteenth Century: A Series of Lectures, Delivered in England, Scotland, and the United States of AmericaSmith, Elder, 1853 - 322 стор. |
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... volume's price a shilling . " " Cousin Swift , you will never be a poet , " was the phrase of Dryden to his kinsman , which remained alive in a memory tenacious of such matters . 1 " Miss Hetty " she was called in the family - where her ...
... volume's price a shilling . " " Cousin Swift , you will never be a poet , " was the phrase of Dryden to his kinsman , which remained alive in a memory tenacious of such matters . 1 " Miss Hetty " she was called in the family - where her ...
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... a thing which happened in 1835 , when certain works going on in St. Patrick's Cathedral , Dublin , afforded an opportunity of their being examined . interesting volume on the closing years of Swift's life , SWIFT . 5.
... a thing which happened in 1835 , when certain works going on in St. Patrick's Cathedral , Dublin , afforded an opportunity of their being examined . interesting volume on the closing years of Swift's life , SWIFT . 5.
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... volume on the closing years of Swift's life , calls Johnson " the most malignant of his biographers : " it is not easy for an English critic to please Irishmen -perhaps to try and please them . And yet Johnson truly admires Swift ...
... volume on the closing years of Swift's life , calls Johnson " the most malignant of his biographers : " it is not easy for an English critic to please Irishmen -perhaps to try and please them . And yet Johnson truly admires Swift ...
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... volume of letters . . . . Some of those who highly value you , and a few who knew you personally , are grieved to find you make no distinction between the English gentry of this kingdom , and the savage old Irish ( who are only the ...
... volume of letters . . . . Some of those who highly value you , and a few who knew you personally , are grieved to find you make no distinction between the English gentry of this kingdom , and the savage old Irish ( who are only the ...
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... volume of Dr. Smollett , or a volume of the " Spectator , " and say the fiction carries a greater amount of truth in solution than the volume which purports to be all true . Out of the fictitious book I get the expression of the life of ...
... volume of Dr. Smollett , or a volume of the " Spectator , " and say the fiction carries a greater amount of truth in solution than the volume which purports to be all true . Out of the fictitious book I get the expression of the life of ...
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Сторінка 103 - Soon as the evening shades prevail The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth. Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Сторінка 147 - I meet with the grief of parents upon a tombstone, my heart melts with compassion ; when I see the tomb of the parents themselves, I consider the vanity of grieving for those whom we must quickly follow: when I see kings lying by those who deposed them, when I consider rival wits placed side by side, or the holy men that divided the world with their contests and disputes, I reflect with sorrow and astonishment on the little competitions, factions and debates of mankind.
Сторінка 297 - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorn'd the venerable place; Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway, And fools who came to scoff, remain'd to pray.
Сторінка 104 - Mirth is short and transient, cheerfulness fixed and permanent. Those are often raised into the greatest transports of mirth, who are subject to the greatest depressions of melancholy; on the contrary, cheerfulness, though it does not give the mind such an exquisite gladness, prevents us from falling into any depths of sorrow. Mirth is like a flash of lightning, that breaks through a gloom of clouds, and glitters for a moment; cheerfulness keeps up a kind of day-light in the mind, and fills it with...
Сторінка 311 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband our life's taper at the close And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
Сторінка 312 - Amidst the swains to show my book-learned skill, Around my fire an evening group to draw, And tell of all I felt and all I saw; And, as a hare, whom hounds and horns pursue, Pants to the place from whence at first she flew — I still had hopes — my long vexations past, Here to return, and die at home at last.
Сторінка 216 - She comes ! she comes ! the sable throne behold Of Night primeval, and of Chaos old ! Before her, Fancy's gilded clouds decay, And all its varying rainbows die away. Wit shoots in vain its momentary fires, The meteor drops, and in a flash expires. As one by one, at dread Medea's strain, The sickening stars fade off the ethereal plain ; As Argus
Сторінка 100 - I have observed, that a reader seldom peruses a book with pleasure, 'till he knows whether the writer of it be a black or a fair man, of a mild or choleric disposition, married or a bachelor, with other particulars of the like nature, that conduce very much to the right understanding of an author.
Сторінка 103 - What though, in solemn silence, all Move round the dark terrestrial ball ? What though no real voice nor sound Amid their radiant orbs be found ? In reason's ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice, For ever singing, as they shine, " The Hand that made us is Divine.