Chambers's Cyclopædia of English Literature: A History, Critical and Biographical, of British and American Authors, with Specimens of Their Writings, 3-4. kötetRobert Chambers American Book Exchange, 1830 |
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... feelings of the busy multitude . His opinions were tinged with the credulity of his age . He believed in witchcraft , ap- paritions , and diabolical illusions ; and gravely observes , that to those who would attempt to teach animals the ...
... feelings of the busy multitude . His opinions were tinged with the credulity of his age . He believed in witchcraft , ap- paritions , and diabolical illusions ; and gravely observes , that to those who would attempt to teach animals the ...
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... feeling and expression . The Singing Birds . At first the lark , when she means to rejoice , to cheer herself and those that hear her , she then quits the earth , and sings as she ascends higher into the air ; and having ended her ...
... feeling and expression . The Singing Birds . At first the lark , when she means to rejoice , to cheer herself and those that hear her , she then quits the earth , and sings as she ascends higher into the air ; and having ended her ...
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... feeling , and the associated recollections of picturesque poetry , natural piety , and examples and precepts of morality . Add to this the easy elegance of Walton's style , sprinkled , but not ob- scured , by the antiquated idiom and ...
... feeling , and the associated recollections of picturesque poetry , natural piety , and examples and precepts of morality . Add to this the easy elegance of Walton's style , sprinkled , but not ob- scured , by the antiquated idiom and ...
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... feeling would recoil from such experiments as these , and we may oppose to the aberrations of the venerable Walton the philosophical maxim of Wordsworth : Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels ...
... feeling would recoil from such experiments as these , and we may oppose to the aberrations of the venerable Walton the philosophical maxim of Wordsworth : Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels ...
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... feeling a word rise in my heart unto him , I turned again , and calmly said unto him : " Should it not be just if God should serve thee so , when thou sayest thou ' or ' thee ' to him . " Though his hand was up , I saw it sink , and his ...
... feeling a word rise in my heart unto him , I turned again , and calmly said unto him : " Should it not be just if God should serve thee so , when thou sayest thou ' or ' thee ' to him . " Though his hand was up , I saw it sink , and his ...
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21. oldal - O'erhang his wavy bed: Now air is hush'd, save where the weak-eyed bat With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing, Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn, As oft he rises, 'midst the twilight path Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum...
64. oldal - THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frowned not on his humble birth, And melancholy marked him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, . Heaven did a recompense as largely send: He gave to misery all he had, a tear: He gained from heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend.
133. oldal - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree, While many a pastime circled in the shade, The young contending as the old surveyed; And many a gambol frolicked o'er the ground, And sleights of art and feats of strength went round.
395. oldal - Unanxious for ourselves ; and only wish, As duteous sons, our fathers were more wise. At thirty man suspects himself a fool: Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan; At fifty chides his infamous delay, Pushes his prudent purpose to resolve ; In all the magnanimity of thought Resolves; and re-resolves; then dies the same.
3. oldal - Unconscious lies, effuse your mildest beams, Ye constellations, while your angels strike, Amid the spangled sky, the silver lyre. Great source of day ! best image here below Of thy Creator, ever pouring wide, From world to world, the vital ocean round, On nature write with every beam his praise.
64. oldal - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
395. oldal - Of man's miraculous mistakes, this bears The palm, " That all men are about to live," For ever on the brink of being born : All pay themselves the compliment to think They one day shall not drivel, and their pride On this reversion takes up ready praise ; At least their own ; their future selves...
21. oldal - midst its dreary dells, Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or if chill blustering winds, or driving rain, Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut, That, from the mountain's side, Views wilds, and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-discovered spires ; And hears their simple bell ; and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil.
193. oldal - Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys, Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys: So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite. Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.
22. oldal - When Music, heavenly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung, The Passions oft, to hear her shell, Thronged around her magic cell ; Exulting, trembling, raging, fainting, Possessed beyond the muse's painting ; By turns they felt the glowing mind Disturbed, delighted, raised, refined ; Till once, 'tis said, when all were fired, Filled with fury, rapt, inspired, From the supporting myrtles round, They snatched her instruments of sound ; And as they oft had heard apart Sweet lessons of her...