“The” Spirit of the Age, Or Contemporary PortraitsGalignani, 1825 |
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3. oldal
... turns his back upon her . There is no ease , no unaf- fected simplicity of manner , no " golden mean . " All is strained , or petulant in the extreme . His thoughts are sphered and crys- talline ; his style " prouder than when blue Iris ...
... turns his back upon her . There is no ease , no unaf- fected simplicity of manner , no " golden mean . " All is strained , or petulant in the extreme . His thoughts are sphered and crys- talline ; his style " prouder than when blue Iris ...
8. oldal
... turns ; and with these two characters , burning or melting in their own fires , he makes out ever- lasting centos of himself . He hangs the cloud , the film of his existence over all outward things - sits in the centre of his thoughts ...
... turns ; and with these two characters , burning or melting in their own fires , he makes out ever- lasting centos of himself . He hangs the cloud , the film of his existence over all outward things - sits in the centre of his thoughts ...
14. oldal
... turn back to the lustrous past , or project himself forward to the dim future ! -Lord Byron's tragedies , Faliero , * Sardanapalus , etc. are not equal to his other works . They want the essence of the drama . They abound in speeches ...
... turn back to the lustrous past , or project himself forward to the dim future ! -Lord Byron's tragedies , Faliero , * Sardanapalus , etc. are not equal to his other works . They want the essence of the drama . They abound in speeches ...
15. oldal
... turn for satire . His " English Bards and Scotch Reviewers " is dogmatical and insolent , but without refinement or point . He calls people names , and tries to transfix a character with an epithet , which does not stick , because it ...
... turn for satire . His " English Bards and Scotch Reviewers " is dogmatical and insolent , but without refinement or point . He calls people names , and tries to transfix a character with an epithet , which does not stick , because it ...
16. oldal
... turns on his heel , and this passes for a repartee . The Noble Author says of a celebrated bar- rister and critic , that he was " born in a garret sixteen stories high . " The insinuation is not true ; or if it were , it is low . The ...
... turns on his heel , and this passes for a repartee . The Noble Author says of a celebrated bar- rister and critic , that he was " born in a garret sixteen stories high . " The insinuation is not true ; or if it were , it is low . The ...
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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.