The Album, 1. kötetJ. Andrews., 1822 |
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15. oldal
... Italian sets up , as it were , an hereditary claim to be an exquisite judge of whatever is connected with the fine arts . A knowledge of music , of painting , of sculp- ture seems to be born with him . All other nations yield at once to ...
... Italian sets up , as it were , an hereditary claim to be an exquisite judge of whatever is connected with the fine arts . A knowledge of music , of painting , of sculp- ture seems to be born with him . All other nations yield at once to ...
17. oldal
... Italy or Switzerland ; it shows itself with not less activity on the minuter landscape of Great Britain . Those who cannot exercise their taste abroad are content to celti- vate it at home ; less ambitious , but not less indefa- tigable ...
... Italy or Switzerland ; it shows itself with not less activity on the minuter landscape of Great Britain . Those who cannot exercise their taste abroad are content to celti- vate it at home ; less ambitious , but not less indefa- tigable ...
20. oldal
... Italian than of a modern Englishman . He would rather have applied the Horrido of the Italians 20 ON THE TASTE FOR THE PICTURESQUE .
... Italian than of a modern Englishman . He would rather have applied the Horrido of the Italians 20 ON THE TASTE FOR THE PICTURESQUE .
21. oldal
He would rather have applied the Horrido of the Italians than our romantic , to describe the dark and gloomy scenery of Skiddaw , or the cloud - capt head of the sub- lime and dreary Benlomond . Their Selvaggio would better than our ...
He would rather have applied the Horrido of the Italians than our romantic , to describe the dark and gloomy scenery of Skiddaw , or the cloud - capt head of the sub- lime and dreary Benlomond . Their Selvaggio would better than our ...
27. oldal
... Italy be rich in almost every species of talent , yet the genius of her painters is the freshest flower in the garland of her fame . Her landscape , the most beautiful of Europe , sets at defiance all the tame efforts of humble prose to ...
... Italy be rich in almost every species of talent , yet the genius of her painters is the freshest flower in the garland of her fame . Her landscape , the most beautiful of Europe , sets at defiance all the tame efforts of humble prose to ...
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41. oldal - Imlac,) I will not undertake to maintain, against the concurrent and unvaried testimony of all ages, and of all nations. There is no people, rude or learned, among whom apparitions of the dead are not related and believed. This opinion, which prevails as far as human nature is diffused, could become universal only by its truth...
413. oldal - He sat by himself, with a glass of port wine negus, and a spoon; sipping and stirring, and meditating and sipping, until nothing was left but the spoon. He gradually fell asleep bolt upright in his chair, with the empty glass standing before him; and the candle seemed to fall asleep too, for the wick grew long, and black, and cabbaged at the end, and dimmed the little light that remained in the chamber.
407. oldal - I went to the windows in quest of something to amuse the eye ; but it seemed as if I had been placed completely out of the reach of all amusement. The windows of my bed-room looked out among tiled roofs and stacks of chimneys, while those of my sitting-room commanded a full view of the stable-yard. I know of nothing more calculated to make a man sick of this world than a stable-yard on a rainy day.
407. oldal - It was a rainy Sunday in the gloomy month of November. I had been detained, in the course of a journey, by a slight indisposition, from which I was recovering; but was still feverish, and obliged to keep within doors all day, in an inn of the small town of Derby. A wet Sunday in a country inn! — whoever has had the luck to experience one can alone judge of my situation.
413. oldal - ... stranger had evidently but just retired. — I turned off, sorely disappointed, to my room, which had been changed to the front of the house. As I went along the corridor, I saw a large pair of boots, with dirty, waxed tops, standing at the door of a bedchamber. They doubtless belonged to the unknown ; but it would not do to disturb so redoubtable a personage in his den ; he might discharge a pistol or something worse at my head.
414. oldal - It argues, I think, a sweet and generous nature, to have this strong relish for the beauties of vegetation, and this friendship for the hardy and glorious sons of the forest. There is a grandeur of thought connected with this part of riral economy.
411. oldal - ... such indignation. He must be a middle-aged man, and confounded ugly into the bargain, or the girl would not have taken the matter in such terrible dudgeon. I confess I was sorely puzzled. In a few minutes I heard the voice of my landlady. I caught a glance of her as she came tramping up stairs; her face glowing, her cap flaring, her tongue wagging the whole way.
409. oldal - I was dreadfully hipped. The hours seemed as if they would never creep by. The very ticking of the clock became irksome. At length the stillness of the house was interrupted by the ringing of a bell. Shortly after I heard the voice of a waiter at the bar : " The stout gentleman in No. 13, wants his breakfast. Tea and bread and butter, with ham and eggs ; the eggs not to be too much done.
410. oldal - When there was another ringing. Shortly afterwards there was a stir and an inquest about the house. The stout gentleman wanted the Times or the Chronicle newspaper. I set him down, therefore, for a Whig ; or rather, from his being so absolute and lordly where he had a chance, I suspected him of being a Radical. Hunt, I had heard, was a large map ; " who knows," thought I, "but it is Hunt himself!
408. oldal - Boots, all slunk back again to their holes; the street again became silent, and the rain continued to rain on. In fact, there was no hope of its clearing up; the barometer pointed to rainy weather; mine...