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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... present at the symposia of the philosophers ; but he could not approve their intolerant zeal : they laughed at the scepticism of Hume , preached the tenets of Atheism with the bigotry of dogmatists , and damned all believers with ...
... present at the symposia of the philosophers ; but he could not approve their intolerant zeal : they laughed at the scepticism of Hume , preached the tenets of Atheism with the bigotry of dogmatists , and damned all believers with ...
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... present size . He subjoins incautiously , and his enemies would agree , that they might still be compressed without any loss of facts or sentiments . " He did not anticipate the school of Tübingen , which after his time rose ...
... present size . He subjoins incautiously , and his enemies would agree , that they might still be compressed without any loss of facts or sentiments . " He did not anticipate the school of Tübingen , which after his time rose ...
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... present . . . . This total subversion of all rank , order , and govern- ment , could be productive only of a popular monster , which after devouring everything else must finally devour itself . ' The Sheffields , with a boldness ...
... present . . . . This total subversion of all rank , order , and govern- ment , could be productive only of a popular monster , which after devouring everything else must finally devour itself . ' The Sheffields , with a boldness ...
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... present ought to be at least in some degree removed by the experience of the past . Now , if we confine our attention to the main streams of civilization , the history of the problems which are bound up with a day of rest divides itself ...
... present ought to be at least in some degree removed by the experience of the past . Now , if we confine our attention to the main streams of civilization , the history of the problems which are bound up with a day of rest divides itself ...
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... present as a bidden guest at one of them . Their hospitality was that of the open house , which was once also characteristic of great Christian institutions and persons , and , in addition to the guests , place was found for the poor ...
... present as a bidden guest at one of them . Their hospitality was that of the open house , which was once also characteristic of great Christian institutions and persons , and , in addition to the guests , place was found for the poor ...
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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...