A New Spirit of the Age, 1. kötetRichard H. Horne Smith, Elder and Company, 1844 - 365 oldal |
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... doubts his own judgment , he says so ; but in all cases , the reader will never be in doubt as to what the critic really means to say . The editor , before commencing this labour , confesses to the weak- ness of having deliberated with ...
... doubts his own judgment , he says so ; but in all cases , the reader will never be in doubt as to what the critic really means to say . The editor , before commencing this labour , confesses to the weak- ness of having deliberated with ...
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... doubts and incredulities , equally certain is it that with other men such experience and such knowl- edge exercise this influence at rare intervals only , or in a far less degree ; while in some respects the influence even acts in a ...
... doubts and incredulities , equally certain is it that with other men such experience and such knowl- edge exercise this influence at rare intervals only , or in a far less degree ; while in some respects the influence even acts in a ...
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... doubt it that has ever dwelt among them ? But he has also been through the back slums of many a St. Giles's . He never " picks his way , " but goes splashing on through mud and mire . The mud and mire fly up , and lose themselves like ...
... doubt it that has ever dwelt among them ? But he has also been through the back slums of many a St. Giles's . He never " picks his way , " but goes splashing on through mud and mire . The mud and mire fly up , and lose themselves like ...
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... doubt 66 an excellent thing in woman , " but it is apt , un- less founded upon some truly noble principle , to become uninteresting in fiction . Their sacrifices to duty are generally common - place , conventional , and of very ...
... doubt 66 an excellent thing in woman , " but it is apt , un- less founded upon some truly noble principle , to become uninteresting in fiction . Their sacrifices to duty are generally common - place , conventional , and of very ...
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... doubts the only objectionable part of the story ; for the act is spoken of as a fine thing in her to do , as inferring a refined feeling for her lover's hon- our and future satisfaction , though he , the man himself , declares he is ...
... doubts the only objectionable part of the story ; for the act is spoken of as a fine thing in her to do , as inferring a refined feeling for her lover's hon- our and future satisfaction , though he , the man himself , declares he is ...
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202. oldal - Old faces glimmer'd thro' the doors, Old footsteps trod the upper floors, Old voices called her from without. She only said, "My life is dreary, He cometh not...
206. oldal - Turn thee, turn thee on thy pillow: get thee to thy rest again. Nay, but Nature brings thee solace; for a tender voice will cry.
161. oldal - Long time a child, and still a child, when years Had painted manhood on my cheek, was I,— For yet I lived like one not born to die ; A thriftless prodigal of smiles and tears, No hope I needed, and I knew no fears. But sleep, though sweet, is only sleep, and waking, I waked to sleep no more, at once o'ertaking The vanguard of my age, with all arrears Of duty on my back. Nor child, nor man, Nor youth, nor sage, I find my head is grey, For I have lost the race I never ran : A rathe December blights...
193. oldal - On a poet's lips I slept, Dreaming like a love-adept In the sound his breathing kept. Nor seeks nor finds he mortal blisses, But feeds on the aerial kisses Of shapes that haunt thought's wildernesses. He will watch from dawn to gloom The lake-reflected sun illume The yellow bees in the ivy-bloom, Nor heed nor see what things they be : But from these create he can Forms more real than living man, Nurslings of immortality.
53. oldal - ... to dive into the depths of dungeons: to plunge into the infection of hospitals ; to survey the mansions of sorrow and pain; to take the gauge and dimensions of misery, depression, and contempt; to remember the forgotten, to attend to the neglected, to visit the forsaken, and to compare and collate the distresses of all men in all countries.
46. oldal - And now the bell — the bell she had so often heard by night and day, and listened to with solemn pleasure almost as a living voice — rung its remorseless toll for her, so young, so beautiful, so good. Decrepit age, and vigorous life, and blooming youth, and helpless infancy, poured forth — on crutches, in the pride of strength and health, in the full blush of promise, in the mere dawn of life — to gather round her tomb.
203. oldal - THERE lies a vale in Ida, lovelier Than all the valleys of Ionian hills. The swimming vapour slopes athwart the glen, Puts forth an arm, and creeps from pine to pine, And loiters, slowly drawn. On either hand The lawns and meadow -ledges midway down Hang rich in flowers, and far below them roars The long brook falling thro' the clov'n ravine In cataract after cataract to the sea.
165. oldal - It is always considered as a piece of impertinence in England, if a man of less than two or three thousand a year has any opinions at all upon important subjects...
355. oldal - We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths; In feelings, not in figures on a dial. We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives Who thinks most — feels the noblest — acts the best.
305. oldal - You must begone," said Death, " these walks are mine." Love wept and spread his sheeny vans for flight; Yet ere he parted said, " This hour is thine : Thou art the shadow of life, and as the tree Stands in the sun and shadows all beneath, So in the light of great eternity Life eminent creates the shade of death ; The shadow passeth when the tree shall fall, But I shall reign for ever over all.