“The” Spirit of the Age, Or Contemporary PortraitsGalignani, 1825 |
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6. oldal
... sense that this is among the ways and means of procuring admiration ) , are the proper catego- ries of his mind : he is a lordly writer , is above his own reputation , and condescends to the Muses with a scornful grace ! Lord Byron ...
... sense that this is among the ways and means of procuring admiration ) , are the proper catego- ries of his mind : he is a lordly writer , is above his own reputation , and condescends to the Muses with a scornful grace ! Lord Byron ...
19. oldal
... sense - he would have them read what they would read in no one but himself , or he would not give a rush for their applause . He is to be " a chartered libertine , " from whom insults are favours , whose contempt is to be a new ...
... sense - he would have them read what they would read in no one but himself , or he would not give a rush for their applause . He is to be " a chartered libertine , " from whom insults are favours , whose contempt is to be a new ...
54. oldal
... sense of manhood - who , praised , admired by men of all parties alike , repaid the public liberality by striking a secret and envenomed blow at the reputation of every one who was not the ready tool of power - who strewed the slime of ...
... sense of manhood - who , praised , admired by men of all parties alike , repaid the public liberality by striking a secret and envenomed blow at the reputation of every one who was not the ready tool of power - who strewed the slime of ...
67. oldal
... he took up the vast chain of being in his hand , and the round world be- came the centre and the soul of all things in some shadowy sense , forlorn of meaning , and around him he beheld the living traces and the sky MR . COLERIDGE . 67.
... he took up the vast chain of being in his hand , and the round world be- came the centre and the soul of all things in some shadowy sense , forlorn of meaning , and around him he beheld the living traces and the sky MR . COLERIDGE . 67.
76. oldal
... senses- " No admittance except on business . " He has none of that fastidious refinement and false deli- cacy , which might lead him to balance be- tween the endless variety of modern attain- ments . He does not throw away his life ...
... senses- " No admittance except on business . " He has none of that fastidious refinement and false deli- cacy , which might lead him to balance be- tween the endless variety of modern attain- ments . He does not throw away his life ...
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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.