“The” Spirit of the Age, Or Contemporary PortraitsGalignani, 1825 |
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... Heaven , or the face of nature , glancing vivid and various . The produc- tions of the Northern Bard have the rust and the freshness of antiquity about them ; those of the Noble Poet cease to startle from their extreme ambition of ...
... Heaven , or the face of nature , glancing vivid and various . The produc- tions of the Northern Bard have the rust and the freshness of antiquity about them ; those of the Noble Poet cease to startle from their extreme ambition of ...
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... Heaven is only a means of setting off the gorgeousness of art : in reading the other , you look through a noble window at the clear and varied landscape without . Or to sum up : the distinction in one word , Sir Walter Scott is LORD ...
... Heaven is only a means of setting off the gorgeousness of art : in reading the other , you look through a noble window at the clear and varied landscape without . Or to sum up : the distinction in one word , Sir Walter Scott is LORD ...
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... Heaven and Earth ( the same subject as Mr. Moore's Loves of the Angels ) is the best . We prefer it even to Manfred . Manfred is merely himself , with a fancy - drapery on : but in the dramatic frag- ment published in the Liberal , the ...
... Heaven and Earth ( the same subject as Mr. Moore's Loves of the Angels ) is the best . We prefer it even to Manfred . Manfred is merely himself , with a fancy - drapery on : but in the dramatic frag- ment published in the Liberal , the ...
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... Heaven only to dash them to the earth again , and break them in pieces the more effectually from the very height they have fallen . Our enthusiasm for genius or virtue is thus turned into a jest by the very person who has kindled it ...
... Heaven only to dash them to the earth again , and break them in pieces the more effectually from the very height they have fallen . Our enthusiasm for genius or virtue is thus turned into a jest by the very person who has kindled it ...
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... heaven ; No pyramids set off his memory , But the eternal substance of his greatness . " Lord Byron is dead : he also died a martyr to his zeal in the cause last , best hopes of man . cuse and his epitaph ! of freedom , for the Let that ...
... heaven ; No pyramids set off his memory , But the eternal substance of his greatness . " Lord Byron is dead : he also died a martyr to his zeal in the cause last , best hopes of man . cuse and his epitaph ! of freedom , for the Let that ...
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146. oldal - He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument.
116. oldal - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in sea-weed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees, In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.
137. oldal - Far flashed the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stained snow, And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 'Tis morn ; but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy.
57. oldal - Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he?
116. oldal - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast...
106. 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.
108. oldal - It is the first mild day of March: Each minute sweeter than before, The red-breast sings from the tall larch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the bare trees, and mountains bare, And grass in the green field.
115. 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...
136. oldal - 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.
119. oldal - I WISH I was where Anna lies, For I am sick of lingering here ; And every hour, affection cries, Go and partake her humble bier. I wish I could ! for when she died, I lost my all ; and life has proved, Since that sad hour, a dreary void, A waste unlovely, and unloved.