The Spirit of the Age Or Contemporary Portraits, 2. kötetColburn, 1825 - 424 oldal |
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3. oldal
... lights of his under- standing are reflected , with increasing lustre , on the other side of the globe . His name is little known in England , better in Europe , best of all in the plains of Chili and the mines of Mexico . He has offered ...
... lights of his under- standing are reflected , with increasing lustre , on the other side of the globe . His name is little known in England , better in Europe , best of all in the plains of Chili and the mines of Mexico . He has offered ...
8. oldal
... light of a discoverer in legis- lation or morals . He has not struck out any great leading principle or parent - truth , from which a num- ber of others might be deduced ; nor has he enriched the common and established stock of ...
... light of a discoverer in legis- lation or morals . He has not struck out any great leading principle or parent - truth , from which a num- ber of others might be deduced ; nor has he enriched the common and established stock of ...
32. oldal
... light of reason ? Was it for this , that students in medicine missed their way to Lecturerships and the top of their profession , deeming lightly of the health of the body , and dream- ing only of the renovation of society and the march ...
... light of reason ? Was it for this , that students in medicine missed their way to Lecturerships and the top of their profession , deeming lightly of the health of the body , and dream- ing only of the renovation of society and the march ...
42. oldal
... light of the mind , to deface this fair column , to break in pieces this golden chain ! We are to discard and throw from us with loud taunts and bitter execrations that reason , which has been the lofty theme of the philosopher , the ...
... light of the mind , to deface this fair column , to break in pieces this golden chain ! We are to discard and throw from us with loud taunts and bitter execrations that reason , which has been the lofty theme of the philosopher , the ...
46. oldal
... light that shines through the flim- sy colours and gives them brilliancy . Here all is clearly made out with strokes of the pencil , by fair , not by factitious means . Our author takes a given subject from nature or from books , and ...
... light that shines through the flim- sy colours and gives them brilliancy . Here all is clearly made out with strokes of the pencil , by fair , not by factitious means . Our author takes a given subject from nature or from books , and ...
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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.