Literary Leaves; Or, Prose and Verse Chiefly Written in India, Том 2W.H. Allen & Company, 1840 |
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... human life were like a fine day in June , we should cease to wish for another and a better world . ' From dawn to sunset it is one revel of delight . How pleasantly , from the first break of day , have I lain wide awake , and traced the ...
... human life were like a fine day in June , we should cease to wish for another and a better world . ' From dawn to sunset it is one revel of delight . How pleasantly , from the first break of day , have I lain wide awake , and traced the ...
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... human enjoyments .-- Sir James Mackintosh . Do they ( the Utilitarians ) not abuse Poetry , Painting and Music ? -Hazlitt . For song is but the eloquence of truth . - Campbell . Poetry is the breath and finer spirit of all knowledge ...
... human enjoyments .-- Sir James Mackintosh . Do they ( the Utilitarians ) not abuse Poetry , Painting and Music ? -Hazlitt . For song is but the eloquence of truth . - Campbell . Poetry is the breath and finer spirit of all knowledge ...
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... human figures and trees and flowers that never actually existed but in the painter's mind ? These are the fictions of painting , and they are analogous to the fictions of a still higher art . Such particular fictions are the vehicles of ...
... human figures and trees and flowers that never actually existed but in the painter's mind ? These are the fictions of painting , and they are analogous to the fictions of a still higher art . Such particular fictions are the vehicles of ...
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... human nature could be decomposed by the chemistry of utilitarianism . While there is beauty in the universe , and it is acknowledged to be the production of a beneficent Power , who gives us nothing that is useless , Poetry , who bathes ...
... human nature could be decomposed by the chemistry of utilitarianism . While there is beauty in the universe , and it is acknowledged to be the production of a beneficent Power , who gives us nothing that is useless , Poetry , who bathes ...
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... human arts , have got tired of their once favorite artists , and turning from the pages of Scott and Moore and Byron , have concentrated all their affections upon Wordsworth , who , though he may ever remain the poet's poet , will ...
... human arts , have got tired of their once favorite artists , and turning from the pages of Scott and Moore and Byron , have concentrated all their affections upon Wordsworth , who , though he may ever remain the poet's poet , will ...
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Стр. 193 - I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am ; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice...
Стр. 14 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Стр. 191 - Tis not to make me jealous, To say my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company, Is free of speech, sings, plays, and dances well ; Where virtue is, these are more virtuous : Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw The smallest fear or doubt of her revolt ; For she had eyes, and chose me. No, lago ; I'll see before I doubt; when I doubt, prove; And, on the proof, there is no more but this, — Away at once with love or jealousy!
Стр. 10 - ... this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe. O, if, I say, you look upon this verse When I perhaps compounded am with clay, Do not so much as my poor name rehearse, But let your love even with my life decay, Lest the wise world should look into your moan And mock you with me after I am gone.
Стр. 11 - Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell...
Стр. 218 - I do remember him at Clement's Inn, like a man made after supper of a cheese-paring : when he was naked, he was, for all the world, like a forked radish, with a head fantastically carved upon it with a knife...
Стр. 190 - I'd make a life of jealousy ; To follow still the changes of the moon With fresh suspicions ? No ! to be once in doubt, Is once to be resolved.
Стр. 27 - Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace: Even so my sun one early morn did shine With all-triumphant splendour on my brow; But, out, alack!
Стр. 226 - As Sir Roger is landlord to the whole congregation, he keeps them in very good order, and will suffer nobody to sleep in it besides himself; for if, by chance, he has been surprised into a short nap at sermon, upon recovering out of it he stands up and looks about him, and, if he sees anybody else nodding, either wakes them himself, or sends his servants to them.
Стр. 27 - I'll read, his for his love." XXXIII Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.