Literary Leaves; Or, Prose and Verse Chiefly Written in India, 1. kötetW.H. Allen & Company, 1840 |
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27. oldal
... passing from me , like a radiant shadow , to be seen no more . The sudden appearance of a child of extraordinary beauty comes upon the spirit like a flash of light , and often breaks up a train of melancholy thoughts , as a sun - burst ...
... passing from me , like a radiant shadow , to be seen no more . The sudden appearance of a child of extraordinary beauty comes upon the spirit like a flash of light , and often breaks up a train of melancholy thoughts , as a sun - burst ...
39. oldal
... pass unmirrored o'er the darkened mind , Like gilded banners o'er the grave unfurled , Or Beauty's witcheries flashed upon the blind . VI . Though this frail form hath felt the shafts of pain , Though my soul sickens for her native sky ...
... pass unmirrored o'er the darkened mind , Like gilded banners o'er the grave unfurled , Or Beauty's witcheries flashed upon the blind . VI . Though this frail form hath felt the shafts of pain , Though my soul sickens for her native sky ...
56. oldal
... pass the day in retrenching exuberances and correcting inaccu- racies . " A French author happily illustrated the comparative facility of a diffuse style , when he apologized for the length of a letter by stating that he had not time to ...
... pass the day in retrenching exuberances and correcting inaccu- racies . " A French author happily illustrated the comparative facility of a diffuse style , when he apologized for the length of a letter by stating that he had not time to ...
63. oldal
... pass , like the wind , into happier regions , and breathe in other ears their old familiar music . The fate of these emancipated exiles awakens no un- generous feeling in my heart , and yet it aches with sorrow when I listen to their ...
... pass , like the wind , into happier regions , and breathe in other ears their old familiar music . The fate of these emancipated exiles awakens no un- generous feeling in my heart , and yet it aches with sorrow when I listen to their ...
65. oldal
... pass through the mists of memory without receiving that tender and dream - like hue which makes the past so precious . The coldest and coarsest mind is touched and elevated on such occasions . The finest points of our common nature are ...
... pass through the mists of memory without receiving that tender and dream - like hue which makes the past so precious . The coldest and coarsest mind is touched and elevated on such occasions . The finest points of our common nature are ...
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265. oldal - Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff : you shall seek all day ere you find them, and when you have them, they are not worth the search.
198. 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. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.
127. 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.
89. 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...
95. 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!
313. 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...
10. oldal - Blessings be with them — and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares—- The Poets, who on earth have made us heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays ! Oh ! might my name be numbered among theirs, Then gladly would I end my mortal days.
97. 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.
198. oldal - The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied In Liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which all Europe rings from side to side. This thought might lead me through the world's vain mask Content, though blind, had I no better guide.
254. oldal - See, what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.