The Ruminator: Containing a Series of Moral, Critical, and Sentimental Essays, Том 2Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1813 |
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... " Tom Birch is as brisk as a bee in con- versation , but no sooner does he take a pen in his VOL . II . B hand , than it becomes a torpedo to him , VOL Few Books animated by Genius: the great delight of such as possess.
... " Tom Birch is as brisk as a bee in con- versation , but no sooner does he take a pen in his VOL . II . B hand , than it becomes a torpedo to him , VOL Few Books animated by Genius: the great delight of such as possess.
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Containing a Series of Moral, Critical, and Sentimental Essays Sir Egerton Brydges. hand , than it becomes a torpedo to him , and benumbs all his faculties . " a Minds must be more than ordinarily endowed , to give vitality to ideas and ...
Containing a Series of Moral, Critical, and Sentimental Essays Sir Egerton Brydges. hand , than it becomes a torpedo to him , and benumbs all his faculties . " a Minds must be more than ordinarily endowed , to give vitality to ideas and ...
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... hand , and have extinguished their genius with it . These richly endowed mortals too frequently pay dear enough for their superiority . Ordinary minds make no allowance for their eccentricities ; but pursue them with unrelenting ...
... hand , and have extinguished their genius with it . These richly endowed mortals too frequently pay dear enough for their superiority . Ordinary minds make no allowance for their eccentricities ; but pursue them with unrelenting ...
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... hand , than my powers fail me . I seem beforehand to have a store of ideas ; and I flatter myself that an easy flow of language is at my command . I cannot tell whether it is the mechanical opera- tion of writing , that puts to flight ...
... hand , than my powers fail me . I seem beforehand to have a store of ideas ; and I flatter myself that an easy flow of language is at my command . I cannot tell whether it is the mechanical opera- tion of writing , that puts to flight ...
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... hand the world sustains . He smiling bends from Mercy's throne , And calls the fatherless his own ; To stranger hands he gives the trust ; We feel that stranger hands are just . They to the poor his gifts dispense , And guard the weak ...
... hand the world sustains . He smiling bends from Mercy's throne , And calls the fatherless his own ; To stranger hands he gives the trust ; We feel that stranger hands are just . They to the poor his gifts dispense , And guard the weak ...
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Стр. 163 - I never framed a wish, or formed a plan, That flattered me with hopes of earthly bliss, But there I laid the scene. There early strayed My fancy, ere yet liberty of choice Had found me, or the hope of being free. My very dreams were rural, rural too...
Стр. 47 - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious! But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever; Or like the borealis race That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tam maun ride; That hour, o...
Стр. 309 - exclaims the Lance; 'Bear me to the heart of France,' Is the longing of the Shield; Tell thy name, thou trembling field; Field of death, where'er thou be, Groan thou with our victory ! Happy day, and mighty hour...
Стр. 43 - FLOW gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise ; My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream. Thou stock-dove whose echo resounds thro...
Стр. 55 - By him lay heavy Sleep, the cousin of Death, Flat on the ground, and still as any stone, A very corpse, save yielding forth a breath : Small keep took he, whom Fortune frowned on, Or whom she lifted up into the throne Of high renown ; but, as a living death, So, dead alive, of life he drew the breath.
Стр. 270 - It gave me inexpressible pleasure to find myself in the midst of so noble an amphitheatre, almost encircled by the vast regions of Asia, which has ever been esteemed the nurse of sciences, the inventress of delightful and useful arts...
Стр. 9 - For oft the heavenly fire, that lay conceal'd Beneath the sleeping embers, mounted fast, And all its native light anew reveal'd: Oft as he travers'd the cerulean field, And mark'd the clouds that drove before the wind, Ten thousand glorious systems would he build, Ten thousand great ideas fill'd his mind; But with the clouds they fled, and left no trace behind.
Стр. 58 - No towns, ne realms, cities, ne strongest tower, But all, perforce, must yield unto his power. His dart, anon, out of the corpse he took, And in his hand, a dreadful sight to see...
Стр. 56 - His scalp all piled,1 and he with eld forelore, His wither'd fist still knocking at death's door; Fumbling, and drivelling, as he draws his breath ; For brief, the shape and messenger of Death.
Стр. 57 - Crookbacked he was, tooth-shaken, and blear-eyed, Went on three feet, and sometime crept on four, With old lame bones that rattled by his side, His scalp all pilled and he with eld forlore; His withered fist still knocking at Death's door, Fumbling and drivelling as he draws his breath; For brief, the shape and messenger of Death.