Literary Leaves; Or, Prose and Verse Chiefly Written in India, Tom 1W.H. Allen & Company, 1840 |
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... passages , and catches but occasional glimpses of the external light . Even when he gains the end of a perplexing path , and emerges into the full blaze of day , though dazzled for a while with excess of light , the freshness of the ...
... passages , and catches but occasional glimpses of the external light . Even when he gains the end of a perplexing path , and emerges into the full blaze of day , though dazzled for a while with excess of light , the freshness of the ...
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... passage on this subject in Fitzosborne's Letters . " Can it be reasonable to extinguish a passion which nature has universally lighted up in the human breast , and which we constantly find to burn with most strength and brightness in ...
... passage on this subject in Fitzosborne's Letters . " Can it be reasonable to extinguish a passion which nature has universally lighted up in the human breast , and which we constantly find to burn with most strength and brightness in ...
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... those faulty passages of their works , which would have passed for beauties in the productions of writers of inferior genius . and were laboured into that facility for which they are 46 ON CARE AND CONDENSATION IN WRITING .
... those faulty passages of their works , which would have passed for beauties in the productions of writers of inferior genius . and were laboured into that facility for which they are 46 ON CARE AND CONDENSATION IN WRITING .
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... passages in their history ; but this may have been done partly with a proud consciousness that their characters would not suffer by such comparative sun- specks , and partly to obtain the more credit for their self - com- mendations ...
... passages in their history ; but this may have been done partly with a proud consciousness that their characters would not suffer by such comparative sun- specks , and partly to obtain the more credit for their self - com- mendations ...
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... * Pope himself had an excellent memory . It was " 6 so tenacious and local , that he could directly refer to any particular passage in a favorite author . " Montaigne did injustice to his own memory * . He 74 ON THE FREQUENT COMPLAINT.
... * Pope himself had an excellent memory . It was " 6 so tenacious and local , that he could directly refer to any particular passage in a favorite author . " Montaigne did injustice to his own memory * . He 74 ON THE FREQUENT COMPLAINT.
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Strona 278 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups, That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Strona 330 - Phoebus lifts his golden fire: The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire. These ears, alas! for other notes repine; A different object do these eyes require; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine; And in my breast the imperfect joys expire; Yet morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that...
Strona 95 - Less than a god they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell!
Strona 127 - Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be, In every work regard the writer's end, Since none can compass more than they intend; And if the means be just, the conduct true, Applause, in spite of trivial faults, is due.
Strona 89 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar...
Strona 200 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman.
Strona 91 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.
Strona 256 - See, what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Strona 147 - Neither a borrower nor a lender be ; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
Strona 95 - Now strike the golden lyre again: A louder yet, and yet a louder strain ! Break his bands of sleep asunder And rouse him like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark ! the horrid sound Has raised up his head : As awaked from the dead, And amazed he stares around. Revenge, revenge...