The Spirit of the Age Or Contemporary Portraits, 2. kötetColburn, 1825 - 424 oldal |
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... OF THE UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN E PLURIBUS UNUM : TUEBOR SQUAERIS PENINSULAM AMOENAM CIRCUMSPICE THIS BOOK FORMS PART OF THE ORIGINAL LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN BOUGHT IN EUROPE 1838 TO 1839 BY ASA GRAY 828 H4319.
... OF THE UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN E PLURIBUS UNUM : TUEBOR SQUAERIS PENINSULAM AMOENAM CIRCUMSPICE THIS BOOK FORMS PART OF THE ORIGINAL LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN BOUGHT IN EUROPE 1838 TO 1839 BY ASA GRAY 828 H4319.
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... original observations , like pearls thrown into wine . One truth discovered is immortal , and entitles its author to be so for , like a new substance in nature , it cannot be destroyed . But Mr. Bentham's forte is arrangement ; and the ...
... original observations , like pearls thrown into wine . One truth discovered is immortal , and entitles its author to be so for , like a new substance in nature , it cannot be destroyed . But Mr. Bentham's forte is arrangement ; and the ...
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... original , and powerful think- ing , that it either discovers the truth , or detects where error lies ; and the only crime with which Mr. Godwin can be charged as a political and moral rea- soner is , that he has displayed a more ardent ...
... original , and powerful think- ing , that it either discovers the truth , or detects where error lies ; and the only crime with which Mr. Godwin can be charged as a political and moral rea- soner is , that he has displayed a more ardent ...
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... romance in England ? " Have we no ma Must we look to Scotland for a supply of whatever is original and striking in this kind ? " And we answer- " Yes ! " Every foot of soil is with us worked up : SIR WALTER SCOTT . 131.
... romance in England ? " Have we no ma Must we look to Scotland for a supply of whatever is original and striking in this kind ? " And we answer- " Yes ! " Every foot of soil is with us worked up : SIR WALTER SCOTT . 131.
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... lasting variety , truth , and freedom . He has taken his materials from the original , authentic sources , in large concrete masses , and not tampered with or too much frittered them away . He is only the amanuen- SIR WALTER SCOTT . 133.
... lasting variety , truth , and freedom . He has taken his materials from the original , authentic sources , in large concrete masses , and not tampered with or too much frittered them away . He is only the amanuen- SIR WALTER SCOTT . 133.
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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.