The Spirit of the Age Or Contemporary Portraits, 2. kötetColburn, 1825 - 424 oldal |
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12. oldal
... heart of man . Again , what would become of the Posthac meminisse juvabit of the poet , if a principle of fluc- tuation and reaction is not inherent in the very con- stitution of our nature , or if all moral truth is a mere literal ...
... heart of man . Again , what would become of the Posthac meminisse juvabit of the poet , if a principle of fluc- tuation and reaction is not inherent in the very con- stitution of our nature , or if all moral truth is a mere literal ...
13. oldal
... heart hovers and fixes nearer home . It is true , the bands of pri- vate , or of local and natural affection , are often , nay in general , too tightly strained , so as frequently to do harm instead of good : but the present question is ...
... heart hovers and fixes nearer home . It is true , the bands of pri- vate , or of local and natural affection , are often , nay in general , too tightly strained , so as frequently to do harm instead of good : but the present question is ...
15. oldal
... heart , that is , to the natural feelings of mankind , it admits of none ! Mr. Bentham , in adjusting the provisions of a penal code , lays too little stress on the co - operation of the natural prejudices of mankind , and the ha ...
... heart , that is , to the natural feelings of mankind , it admits of none ! Mr. Bentham , in adjusting the provisions of a penal code , lays too little stress on the co - operation of the natural prejudices of mankind , and the ha ...
16. oldal
... hearts of wretches in garrets and night - cellars , petty pilferers and marauders , who cut throats and pick pockets with their own hands ? The thing is im- possible . The laws of the country are , therefore , in- effectual and abortive ...
... hearts of wretches in garrets and night - cellars , petty pilferers and marauders , who cut throats and pick pockets with their own hands ? The thing is im- possible . The laws of the country are , therefore , in- effectual and abortive ...
37. oldal
... mild and persuasive tone of the Gospel , where " all is conscience and tender heart . " Man was indeed screwed up , by mood and figure , into a logical ma- chine , that was to forward the public good with WILLIAM GODWIN . 37.
... mild and persuasive tone of the Gospel , where " all is conscience and tender heart . " Man was indeed screwed up , by mood and figure , into a logical ma- chine , that was to forward the public good with WILLIAM GODWIN . 37.
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363. oldal - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds rolling dun, Where furious Frank, and fiery Hun, Shout in their sulph'rous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry ! Few, few, shall part where many meet ! The snow shall be their winding-sheet, And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.
143. oldal - Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much; Who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind.
362. oldal - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
58. oldal - That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct As water is in water.
398. oldal - High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin, That all with one consent praise new-born gawds, Though they are made and moulded of things past, And give to dust that is a little gilt More laud than gilt o'er-dusted.
262. oldal - Out went the taper as she hurried in ; Its little smoke, in pallid moonshine, died: She closed the door, she panted, all akin To spirits of the air, and visions wide : No uttered syllable, or, woe betide...
70. oldal - Diminished shrunk from the more withering scene ! Ah Bard tremendous in sublimity ! Could I behold thee in thy loftier mood Wandering at eve with finely frenzied eye Beneath some vast old tempest-swinging wood ! Awhile with mute awe gazing I would brood : Then weep aloud in a wild ecstasy ! LINES COMPOSED WHILE CLIMBING THE LEFT ASCENT OF BROCKLEY COOMB, SOMERSETSHIRE, MAY, 1795.
382. oldal - Now, upon SYRIA'S land of roses Softly the light of eve reposes, And, like a glory, the broad sun Hangs over sainted LEBANON ; Whose head in wintry grandeur towers, And whitens with eternal sleet, While summer, in a vale of flowers, Is sleeping rosy at his feet.
191. oldal - The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself; * Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like the baseless fabric of a vision, Leave not a wreck behind.
262. oldal - But to her heart, her heart was voluble, Paining with eloquence her balmy side; As though a tongueless nightingale should swell Her throat in vain, and die, heart-stifled, in her dell.