The Eclectic Magazine of Foreign Literature, Science, and Art, Том 16Leavitt, Trow, & Company, 1849 |
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... idea is completely lost sight of , in the tangled heap of metaphorical ex- crescences . The noble littérateur has deci- dedly made a " fiasco ; " he has , with all his incubation , produced a wind - egg . We are sensible of the ...
... idea is completely lost sight of , in the tangled heap of metaphorical ex- crescences . The noble littérateur has deci- dedly made a " fiasco ; " he has , with all his incubation , produced a wind - egg . We are sensible of the ...
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... idea itself is indefinite and ill conceived the language is vague and unmeaning . " For if the mind with clear conceptions glow , The willing words in just expression flow . " Unfortunately the conceptions of Lord John Russell are ...
... idea itself is indefinite and ill conceived the language is vague and unmeaning . " For if the mind with clear conceptions glow , The willing words in just expression flow . " Unfortunately the conceptions of Lord John Russell are ...
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... idea of religion . He was scrupulously exact in saying his prayers ; but , like those of William of Deloraine , they seem to have partaken of the nature of a bor- der foray . His soldiers used to say , " The Lord deliver us from the ...
... idea of religion . He was scrupulously exact in saying his prayers ; but , like those of William of Deloraine , they seem to have partaken of the nature of a bor- der foray . His soldiers used to say , " The Lord deliver us from the ...
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... idea of those great disorders about to be committed , we sent down a gentle- man in much haste to tell the Duke of Guise to proceed no further against the admiral , which would have prevented all that followed . But the order came too ...
... idea of those great disorders about to be committed , we sent down a gentle- man in much haste to tell the Duke of Guise to proceed no further against the admiral , which would have prevented all that followed . But the order came too ...
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... idea it is that has just fluttered across our minds , but for the mel- ody , or fragment of a melody , it has awak- ened in its passage . By what especial favor is it that the ear is permitted a readier access to the cells of memory ...
... idea it is that has just fluttered across our minds , but for the mel- ody , or fragment of a melody , it has awak- ened in its passage . By what especial favor is it that the ear is permitted a readier access to the cells of memory ...
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Сторінка 202 - But in these cases We still have judgment here; that we but teach Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return To plague the inventor: This even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips.
Сторінка 210 - Hell is murky. Fie, my lord, fie ! a soldier, and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account? Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? Doct. Do you mark that? Lady M. The thane of Fife had a wife; where is she now? What, will these hands ne'er be clean? No more o' that, my lord, no more o' that: you mar all with this starting.
Сторінка 508 - And she may still exist in undiminished vigour when some traveller from New Zealand shall, in the midst of a vast solitude, take his stand on a broken arch of London Bridge to sketch the ruins of St. Paul's.
Сторінка 208 - Who was it that thus cried ? Why, worthy thane, You do unbend your noble strength, to think So brainsickly of things. Go, get some water, And wash this filthy witness from your hand.
Сторінка 145 - A poet is the most unpoetical of anything in existence, because he has no identity ; he is continually in for, and filling, some other body. The sun, the moon, the sea, and men and women, who are creatures of impulse, are poetical, and have about them an unchangeable attribute ; the poet has none, no identity. He is certainly the most unpoetical of all God's creatures.
Сторінка 15 - Goldsmith's plain narrative will please again and again. I would say to Robertson what an old tutor of a college said to one of his pupils : ' Read over your compositions, and wherever you meet with a passage which you think is particularly fine, strike it out.
Сторінка 145 - I am a member ; that sort distinguished from the Wordsworthian, or egotistical Sublime ; which is a thing per se, and stands alone), it is not itself — it has no self- -It is every thing and nothing — It has no character...
Сторінка 205 - Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition : By that sin fell the angels; how can man, then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it ? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Сторінка 150 - That it is so is no fault of mine. No ! — though it may sound a little paradoxical. It is as good as I had power to make it — by myself — Had I been nervous...
Сторінка 211 - She should have died hereafter; There would have been a time for such a word. Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death.