Literary Leaves, 1. kötetThacker & Company, 1840 |
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14. oldal
... hath instincted in the minds of all men an ardent appetition of a lasting fame . Desire of glory is the last garment that even wise men lay aside . " - Feltham's Resolves . There is a good passage on this subject in Fitzosborne's ...
... hath instincted in the minds of all men an ardent appetition of a lasting fame . Desire of glory is the last garment that even wise men lay aside . " - Feltham's Resolves . There is a good passage on this subject in Fitzosborne's ...
17. oldal
... Hath made her start and tremble ! -Yet again , For one hushed moment , with recovered power , She proudly glides in majesty serene , Calm as a silver cloud on summer skies , Or yon pale moon amid the strife of heaven ! How terrible ...
... Hath made her start and tremble ! -Yet again , For one hushed moment , with recovered power , She proudly glides in majesty serene , Calm as a silver cloud on summer skies , Or yon pale moon amid the strife of heaven ! How terrible ...
19. oldal
... hath thrown A spell upon the scene ! The wide blue floor Of the Atlantic world - a sky - girt plain- Now looks as never more the Tempest's tread Would break its shining surface ; and the ship Seems destined ne'er again to brave the gale ...
... hath thrown A spell upon the scene ! The wide blue floor Of the Atlantic world - a sky - girt plain- Now looks as never more the Tempest's tread Would break its shining surface ; and the ship Seems destined ne'er again to brave the gale ...
21. oldal
... phantom of the sky - the full - orbed moon Hath glided into sight . The glimmering stars Now pierce the soft obscurity of heaven In golden swarms , innumerous and bright As insect - myriads in the sunset air . The OCEAN SKETCHES . 21.
... phantom of the sky - the full - orbed moon Hath glided into sight . The glimmering stars Now pierce the soft obscurity of heaven In golden swarms , innumerous and bright As insect - myriads in the sunset air . The OCEAN SKETCHES . 21.
23. oldal
... hath changed its hue , and now presents A silvery globe , floating on fervid skies That gleam like seas of gold . Its glorious disk As if with insect - clouds thin speckled seems , Yet glitters on the burning front of heaven , Bright as ...
... hath changed its hue , and now presents A silvery globe , floating on fervid skies That gleam like seas of gold . Its glorious disk As if with insect - clouds thin speckled seems , Yet glitters on the burning front of heaven , Bright as ...
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Literary Leaves: Prose and Verse Chiefly Written in India, Volume II ... David Lester Richardson Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2015 |
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admiration amongst Anna Seward Atossa beauty Bolingbroke breast breath bright calm Chalkhill character Charlotte Smith charm cheerful Clearchus clouds conversation critics D'Israeli dear death delightful dreams Dryden Duchess of Marlborough E'en effect egotism egotist Essay Essay on Criticism external face fair fame fancy feeling friendship genius gleam glorious glory happy harmony hath heart hope Horace Walpole human intellectual John Chalkhill Johnson labour Leigh Hunt less light lines literary look Lord Bolingbroke Lord Byron Marchmont memory Milton mind Montaigne nature never o'er observed once passage passion perhaps persons Petrarch physiognomy pleasure poem poet poet's poetical poetry Pope Pope's praise prose reader remarks says scene seems Shakspeare silent smile sonnet soul sound speak spirit stanza style sweet talk taste tender thine thing thou thought tion truth verse voice Warton weary words writers
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280. oldal - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups, That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
129. oldal - Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be, In every work regard the writer's end, Since none can compass more than they intend; And if the means be just, the conduct true, Applause, in spite of trivial faults, is due.
332. oldal - Phoebus lifts his golden fire: The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire. These ears, alas! for other notes repine; A different object do these eyes require; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine; And in my breast the imperfect joys expire; Yet morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that...
99. oldal - With many a weary step, and many a groan, Up the high hill he heaves a huge round stone; The huge round stone, resulting with a bound, Thunders impetuous down, and smokes along the ground.
91. oldal - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar...
97. oldal - Less than a god they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell!
202. oldal - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman.
203. oldal - I trust hereby to make it manifest with what small willingness I endure to interrupt the pursuit of no less hopes than these, and leave a calm and pleasing solitariness, fed with cheerful and confident thoughts, to embark in a troubled sea of noises and hoarse disputes, put from beholding the bright countenance of truth in the quiet and still air of delightful studies...
93. oldal - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.
97. oldal - Now strike the golden lyre again: A louder yet, and yet a louder strain ! Break his bands of sleep asunder And rouse him like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark ! the horrid sound Has raised up his head : As awaked from the dead, And amazed he stares around. Revenge, revenge...