The Quarterly Review, Том 125John Murray, 1868 |
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... living . Garrick was deeply smitten by her , and he seems for a time to have thought her worthy of an honourable love . For one season he kept house together with her and Macklin , and they were visited by his friends , Johnson and Dr ...
... living . Garrick was deeply smitten by her , and he seems for a time to have thought her worthy of an honourable love . For one season he kept house together with her and Macklin , and they were visited by his friends , Johnson and Dr ...
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... living form before their eyes , and to elevate their taste by that most exquisite of pastorals in which the loves of Florizel and Perdita are set . That he acted on this principle is clear from the concluding lines of his prologue to ...
... living form before their eyes , and to elevate their taste by that most exquisite of pastorals in which the loves of Florizel and Perdita are set . That he acted on this principle is clear from the concluding lines of his prologue to ...
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... living fire of a vigorous conception . The words to be spoken are the least part of his performance . He must have lived into the being of the person he has to portray - have realised the very nature of the man , modified as it would be ...
... living fire of a vigorous conception . The words to be spoken are the least part of his performance . He must have lived into the being of the person he has to portray - have realised the very nature of the man , modified as it would be ...
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... living flowers Of loveliest blue , spread garlands at your feet ? God let the torrents , like a shout of nations , Answer ! and let the iceplains echo , God ! ' What , here , is the true theme of the poet , the inspiring reality ? Is it ...
... living flowers Of loveliest blue , spread garlands at your feet ? God let the torrents , like a shout of nations , Answer ! and let the iceplains echo , God ! ' What , here , is the true theme of the poet , the inspiring reality ? Is it ...
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... living force of the other half . He read hardly any books ; and though books will not serve as a foundation for poetical or any other excellence , they indefinitely increase its range . He travelled indeed , but he did not mingle with ...
... living force of the other half . He read hardly any books ; and though books will not serve as a foundation for poetical or any other excellence , they indefinitely increase its range . He travelled indeed , but he did not mingle with ...
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Стр. 167 - Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head? How begot, how nourished! Reply, reply. It is engendered in the eyes. With gazing fed ; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. Let us all ring fancy's knell : I'll begin it, — Ding, dong, bell.
Стр. 137 - In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round: And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills, Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
Стр. 178 - The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Стр. 89 - I may not hope from outward forms to win The passion and the life, whose fountains are within.
Стр. 515 - I am not yet of Percy's mind, the Hotspur of the north ; he that kills me some six or seven dozen of Scots at a breakfast, washes his hands, and says to his wife " Fie upon this quiet life ! I want work.
Стр. 103 - Yet, Freedom ! yet thy banner, torn, but flying, Streams like the thunder-storm against the wind; Thy trumpet voice, though broken now and dying, The loudest still the tempest leaves behind; Thy tree hath lost its blossoms, and the rind...
Стр. 233 - Answer not a fool according to his folly, lest thou also be like unto him.
Стр. 87 - The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; Another race hath been, and other palms are won.
Стр. 82 - And only thro' the faded leaf The chestnut pattering to the ground: Calm and deep peace on this high wold, And on these dews that drench the furze, And all the silvery gossamers That twinkle into green and gold: Calm and still light on yon great plain That sweeps with all its autumn bowers, And crowded farms and lessening towers, To mingle with the bounding main...
Стр. 88 - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower.