The Spirit of the Age, Or, Contemporary Portraits, 1. kötetH. Colburn, 1825 - 408 oldal |
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... turn round his garden with him ( Mr. Bentham is an economist of his time , and sets apart this portion of it to air and exercise ) -and there you may see the lively old man , his mind still buoyant with thought and with the prospect of ...
... turn round his garden with him ( Mr. Bentham is an economist of his time , and sets apart this portion of it to air and exercise ) -and there you may see the lively old man , his mind still buoyant with thought and with the prospect of ...
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... turn and rend him ; he is a beneficent spirit , prying into the universe , not lording it over it ; a thoughtful spectator of the scenes of life , or ruminator on the fate of mankind , not a painted pageant , a stupid idol set up on its ...
... turn and rend him ; he is a beneficent spirit , prying into the universe , not lording it over it ; a thoughtful spectator of the scenes of life , or ruminator on the fate of mankind , not a painted pageant , a stupid idol set up on its ...
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... turn- keys , and thief - takers . What even can the Honour- able House , who when the Speaker has pronounced the well - known , wished - for sounds , " That this house . do now adjourn , " retire , after voting a royal crusade or a loan ...
... turn- keys , and thief - takers . What even can the Honour- able House , who when the Speaker has pronounced the well - known , wished - for sounds , " That this house . do now adjourn , " retire , after voting a royal crusade or a loan ...
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... turn de- serter and the other vagabond , and there is an end of him . The grinding law of necessity , which is no other than a name , a breath , loses its force ; he is no longer sustained by the good opinion of others , and he drops ...
... turn de- serter and the other vagabond , and there is an end of him . The grinding law of necessity , which is no other than a name , a breath , loses its force ; he is no longer sustained by the good opinion of others , and he drops ...
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... turns him out upon the world a reformed man , and as con- fident of the success of his handy - work , as the shoe- maker of that which he has just taken off the last , or the Parisian barber in Sterne , of the buckle of his wig . " Dip ...
... turns him out upon the world a reformed man , and as con- fident of the success of his handy - work , as the shoe- maker of that which he has just taken off the last , or the Parisian barber in Sterne , of the buckle of his wig . " Dip ...
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339. oldal - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds rolling dun, Where furious Frank, and fiery Hun, Shout in their sulph'rous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry ! Few, few, shall part where many meet ! The snow shall be their winding-sheet, And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.
143. oldal - Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much; Who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind.
58. oldal - That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct As water is in water.
374. oldal - High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin, That all with one consent praise new-born gawds, Though they are made and moulded of things past, And give to dust that is a little gilt More laud than gilt o'er-dusted.
238. 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...
338. oldal - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly.
70. oldal - Diminished shrunk from the more withering scene ! Ah Bard tremendous in sublimity ! Could I behold thee in thy loftier mood Wandering at eve with finely frenzied eye Beneath some vast old tempest-swinging wood ! Awhile with mute awe gazing I would brood : Then weep aloud in a wild ecstasy ! LINES COMPOSED WHILE CLIMBING THE LEFT ASCENT OF BROCKLEY COOMB, SOMERSETSHIRE, MAY, 1795.
358. oldal - Now upon Syria's land of roses Softly the light of eve reposes, And like a glory the broad sun Hangs over sainted Lebanon, Whose head in wintry grandeur towers And whitens with eternal sleet, While summer in a vale of flowers Is sleeping rosy at his feet.
238. oldal - Anon his heart revives : her vespers done, Of all its wreathed pearls her hair she frees; Unclasps her warmed jewels one by one; Loosens her fragrant bodice; by degrees Her rich attire creeps rustling to her knees: 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.
145. oldal - Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he?