Literary Leaves; Or, Prose and Verse Chiefly Written in India, 1. kötetW.H. Allen & Company, 1840 |
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... HARMONY , • ON THE NEW YEAR AND THE OLD , ON BYRON'S OPINION OF POPE , ON MEN OF THE world , THE ATOSSA BRIBE , ON PHYSIOGNOMY , ON EGOTISM , · MRS . CHARLOTTE SMITH , CHRISTMAS , • THEALMA AND CLEARCHUS , ON CONVERSATION , SIR EGERTON ...
... HARMONY , • ON THE NEW YEAR AND THE OLD , ON BYRON'S OPINION OF POPE , ON MEN OF THE world , THE ATOSSA BRIBE , ON PHYSIOGNOMY , ON EGOTISM , · MRS . CHARLOTTE SMITH , CHRISTMAS , • THEALMA AND CLEARCHUS , ON CONVERSATION , SIR EGERTON ...
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... harmony and their placid self - satisfac- tion . Literary men , therefore , are not fitted for society , nor society for them . Both parties are rendered uneasy by the con- nection , and the more the former confine themselves to the ...
... harmony and their placid self - satisfac- tion . Literary men , therefore , are not fitted for society , nor society for them . Both parties are rendered uneasy by the con- nection , and the more the former confine themselves to the ...
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... Oh ! how unutterably sweet her joy ! Oh ! how indissolubly firm the chain , That binds , with links of love , thy Mother's heart ! IMITATIVE HARMONY . ' Tis not enough no harshness gives [ 86 ] SONNET-EVENING AT SEA, SONNET-TO A CHILD,
... Oh ! how unutterably sweet her joy ! Oh ! how indissolubly firm the chain , That binds , with links of love , thy Mother's heart ! IMITATIVE HARMONY . ' Tis not enough no harshness gives [ 86 ] SONNET-EVENING AT SEA, SONNET-TO A CHILD,
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... as thought : - So swift - this moment here , the next ' tis gone , So imperceptible the motion . 8 ment against the existence or value of some peculiar [ 87 ] ON THE FREQUENT COMPLAINT OF WANT OF MEMORY, ON IMITATIVE HARMONY,
... as thought : - So swift - this moment here , the next ' tis gone , So imperceptible the motion . 8 ment against the existence or value of some peculiar [ 87 ] ON THE FREQUENT COMPLAINT OF WANT OF MEMORY, ON IMITATIVE HARMONY,
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... Harmony in verse is generally best appreciated by a learned ear and a cultivated taste ; but it is in some instances of so palpable a character as to be perceptible to the dullest reader , though he is not perhaps able to explain the ...
... Harmony in verse is generally best appreciated by a learned ear and a cultivated taste ; but it is in some instances of so palpable a character as to be perceptible to the dullest reader , though he is not perhaps able to explain the ...
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admiration alluded amongst Anna Seward Atossa beauty Bolingbroke breast breath bright Chalkhill character Charlotte Smith charm cheerful Clearchus clouds conversation critics dear death delightful dreams Dryden Duchess of Marlborough E'en Earl of Marchmont egotism egotist Essay external face fair fame fancy feeling friendship genius gleam glorious glory happy harmony hath heart Horace Walpole human intellectual John Chalkhill Johnson labour Leigh Hunt less light lines literary look Lord Bolingbroke Lord Byron mankind Marchmont memory Milton mind Montaigne nature never o'er observed once passage passion perhaps Petrarch physiognomy pleasure poem poet poet's poetical poetry Pope Pope's praise prose reader remarks says scene seems Shakspeare silent Sir Egerton Brydges smile sonnet soul sound speak spirit stanza style sweet talk taste tender Thealma thine thing thou thought tion truth verse voice words writers
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278. oldal - 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.
330. oldal - 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...
95. oldal - 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!
127. oldal - 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.
89. oldal - 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...
200. oldal - 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.
91. oldal - 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.
256. oldal - 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.
147. oldal - Neither a borrower nor a lender be ; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
95. oldal - 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...