The Spirit of the Age, Or, Contemporary PortraitsH. Colburn, 1825 - 424 стор. |
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Сторінка 129
... beauty hovers and trembles , and who has shed the purple light of Fancy , from his ambrosial wings , over all nature ? What is there of the might of Milton , whose head is canopied in the blue serene , and who takes us to sit with him ...
... beauty hovers and trembles , and who has shed the purple light of Fancy , from his ambrosial wings , over all nature ? What is there of the might of Milton , whose head is canopied in the blue serene , and who takes us to sit with him ...
Сторінка 139
... beauty of Legitimacy , that is , of lawless power and savage bigotry , when he himself is obliged to apologise for the horrors he describes , and even render his descriptions credible to the mo- dern reader by referring to the authentic ...
... beauty of Legitimacy , that is , of lawless power and savage bigotry , when he himself is obliged to apologise for the horrors he describes , and even render his descriptions credible to the mo- dern reader by referring to the authentic ...
Сторінка 152
... beauty than is to be found in the original passage , he thinks he shows his superiority of execution in this in a more marked manner than if the first suggestion had been his own . It is not the value of the ob- servation itself he is ...
... beauty than is to be found in the original passage , he thinks he shows his superiority of execution in this in a more marked manner than if the first suggestion had been his own . It is not the value of the ob- servation itself he is ...
Сторінка 154
... beauty - but we are still imprisoned in a dungeon , a curtain intercepts our view , we do not breathe freely the air of nature or of our own thoughts - the other admired author draws aside the curtain , and the veil of egotism is rent ...
... beauty - but we are still imprisoned in a dungeon , a curtain intercepts our view , we do not breathe freely the air of nature or of our own thoughts - the other admired author draws aside the curtain , and the veil of egotism is rent ...
Сторінка 158
... beauty , thirsting for revenge , hurrying from the ex- tremes of pleasure to pain , but with nothing perma- nent , nothing healthy or natural . The gaudy deco- rations and the morbid sentiments remind one of flowers strewed over the ...
... beauty , thirsting for revenge , hurrying from the ex- tremes of pleasure to pain , but with nothing perma- nent , nothing healthy or natural . The gaudy deco- rations and the morbid sentiments remind one of flowers strewed over the ...
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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...
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 363 - 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!
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 145 - Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he?
Сторінка 383 - ... gleam Variously in the crimson beam Of the warm West,— as if inlaid With brilliants from the mine, or made Of tearless rainbows, such as span The unclouded skies of Peristan.