The Ruminator: Containing a Series of Moral, Critical, and Sentimental Essays, Том 2Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1813 |
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... sentiments not to be taxed with want of sincerity , nor as useless , because not always followed by practice . " Mens cujusque is est quisque . " Cic . 66. On the Inadequacy of Cotemporary Envy and Pre- judice to the final Suppression ...
... sentiments not to be taxed with want of sincerity , nor as useless , because not always followed by practice . " Mens cujusque is est quisque . " Cic . 66. On the Inadequacy of Cotemporary Envy and Pre- judice to the final Suppression ...
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... sentiments , when conveyed in congenial language , partake surely as much of the essence of this divine power , as the most brilliant imagery ! I desire no more infallible test of genius , than that ardent manner , which , displaying ...
... sentiments , when conveyed in congenial language , partake surely as much of the essence of this divine power , as the most brilliant imagery ! I desire no more infallible test of genius , than that ardent manner , which , displaying ...
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... sentiments , which swell the bosom , is an impulse very generally expe- rienced , and implanted in our natures for the most benevolent purposes . But between the wish and the fulfilment of this impulse , how many difficulties intervene ...
... sentiments , which swell the bosom , is an impulse very generally expe- rienced , and implanted in our natures for the most benevolent purposes . But between the wish and the fulfilment of this impulse , how many difficulties intervene ...
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... sentiment the angelic voice ; Here every good affection feels her tone : Beasts soften'd hear ; the tuneful birds rejoice : And , sweet PIANO , since thy touch is known , Not the mild blush of May so lovely breaks ! " C. L. Sept. 9 ...
... sentiment the angelic voice ; Here every good affection feels her tone : Beasts soften'd hear ; the tuneful birds rejoice : And , sweet PIANO , since thy touch is known , Not the mild blush of May so lovely breaks ! " C. L. Sept. 9 ...
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... sentiments , in a manner which will interest an impartial reader , and abide the censure of candid criticism , can per- form no more , than , if we were to judge from the pretensions thrown out in common conversation , almost every ...
... sentiments , in a manner which will interest an impartial reader , and abide the censure of candid criticism , can per- form no more , than , if we were to judge from the pretensions thrown out in common conversation , almost every ...
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The Ruminator: Containing a Series of Moral, Critical, and ..., Том 2 Sir Egerton Brydges Полный просмотр - 1813 |
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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.