The Quarterly Review, Том 185William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle), George Walter Prothero John Murray, 1897 |
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... de Montesquieu , sends us back to the stately moving picture of the Decline and Fall , ' which we look into with ever - renewed delight , and an astonish- Vol . 185.-No. 369 . R ment ment at its richness of colour and masterly handling ,
... de Montesquieu , sends us back to the stately moving picture of the Decline and Fall , ' which we look into with ever - renewed delight , and an astonish- Vol . 185.-No. 369 . R ment ment at its richness of colour and masterly handling ,
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... picture of human manners , will outlive the palace of the Escurial , and the imperial eagle of the house of Austria . ' And he knew , as distinctly as Horace or Thucydides , that his own achievement would survive brass and marble , nor ...
... picture of human manners , will outlive the palace of the Escurial , and the imperial eagle of the house of Austria . ' And he knew , as distinctly as Horace or Thucydides , that his own achievement would survive brass and marble , nor ...
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... picture of it all , nothing to his own disadvantage , if also more idyllic in its description of the maiden's ' tranquillity and cheerfulness , ' on being left to wear the willow , than his Diary ' and some remnants of correspondence ...
... picture of it all , nothing to his own disadvantage , if also more idyllic in its description of the maiden's ' tranquillity and cheerfulness , ' on being left to wear the willow , than his Diary ' and some remnants of correspondence ...
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... picture of its ruins . I am convinced there never existed such a nation , and I hope for the happiness of mankind there never will again . ' Compare with these sentences the Autobiography , ' which is still more eloquent : - At the ...
... picture of its ruins . I am convinced there never existed such a nation , and I hope for the happiness of mankind there never will again . ' Compare with these sentences the Autobiography , ' which is still more eloquent : - At the ...
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... pictures of Sabbath observance from the point of view of a Jewish investigator , so remarkable and so pertinent that we ... picture are guided by exact knowledge . † But from Judaism sprung , according to the flesh , the Divine Teacher ...
... pictures of Sabbath observance from the point of view of a Jewish investigator , so remarkable and so pertinent that we ... picture are guided by exact knowledge . † But from Judaism sprung , according to the flesh , the Divine Teacher ...
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Стр. 174 - The good-morrow I wonder by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we loved? Were we not weaned till then, But sucked on country pleasures, childishly? Or snorted we in the seven sleepers' den? Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be. If ever any beauty I did see, Which I desired, and got, 'twas but a dream of thee. And now good morrow to our waking souls, Which watch not one another out of fear; For love all love of other sights controls, 10 And makes one little room an everywhere.
Стр. 171 - When the morning stars sang together, and the sons of God shouted for joy.
Стр. 187 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too...
Стр. 184 - To one who has been long in city pent, 'Tis very sweet to look into the fair And open face of heaven, — to breathe a prayer Full in the smile of the blue firmament.
Стр. 219 - In your hands, my dissatisfied fellow countrymen, and not in mine is the momentous issue of civil war. The Government will not assail you. You can have no conflict without being yourselves the aggressors. You have no oath registered in heaven to destroy the Government, while I shall have the most solemn one to "preserve, protect, and defend it.
Стр. 184 - IN a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy tree, Thy branches ne'er remember Their green felicity: The north cannot undo them, With a sleety whistle through them; Nor frozen thawings glue them From budding at the prime.
Стр. 189 - And they are gone: ay, ages long ago These lovers fled away into the storm. That night the Baron dreamt of many a woe, And all his warrior-guests, with shade and form Of witch, and demon, and large coffin-worm, Were long be-nightmared. Angela the old Died palsy-twitch'd, with meagre face deform ; The Beadsman, after thousand aves told, For aye unsought for slept among his ashes cold.
Стр. 28 - The style of an author should be the image of his mind, but the choice and command of language is the fruit of exercise. Many experiments were made before I could hit the middle tone between a dull chronicle and a rhetorical declamation...
Стр. 186 - But this is human life : the war, the deeds, The disappointment, the anxiety, Imagination's struggles, far and nigh, All human ; bearing in themselves this good, That they are still the air, the subtle food, To make us feel existence, and to show How quiet death is.
Стр. 30 - It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that I wrote the last lines of the last page, in a summer-house in my garden. After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent. I will not dissemble the first emotions...