The Spirit of the Age: Or, Contemporary Portraits, 1-2. kötetGalignani, 1825 |
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13. oldal
... true glory with a pen of fire . The names of Tasso , of Ariosto , of Dante , of Cin- cinnatus , of Cæsar , of Scipio , lose nothing of their pomp or their lustre in his hands , and when he begins and continues a strain of pane- gyric on ...
... true glory with a pen of fire . The names of Tasso , of Ariosto , of Dante , of Cin- cinnatus , of Cæsar , of Scipio , lose nothing of their pomp or their lustre in his hands , and when he begins and continues a strain of pane- gyric on ...
16. oldal
... true ; or if it were , it is low . The allusion degrades the person who makes , not him to whom it is applied . This is also the satire of a person of birth and quality , who measures all merit by external rank , that is , by his own ...
... true ; or if it were , it is low . The allusion degrades the person who makes , not him to whom it is applied . This is also the satire of a person of birth and quality , who measures all merit by external rank , that is , by his own ...
30. oldal
... true , the public read and ad- mired the Lay of the Last Minstrel , Mar- mion , and so on , and each individual was contented to read and admire because the public did so but with regard to the prose- works of the same ( supposed ) ...
... true , the public read and ad- mired the Lay of the Last Minstrel , Mar- mion , and so on , and each individual was contented to read and admire because the public did so but with regard to the prose- works of the same ( supposed ) ...
32. oldal
... true poetry that lifts the mind from the ground of reality to a higher sphere , that pene- trates the inert , scattered , incoherent mate- rials presented to it , and by a force and in- spiration of its own , melts and moulds them into ...
... true poetry that lifts the mind from the ground of reality to a higher sphere , that pene- trates the inert , scattered , incoherent mate- rials presented to it , and by a force and in- spiration of its own , melts and moulds them into ...
34. oldal
... , as if they had been drops of water . As to the rest , and com- pared with true and great poets , our Scottish Minstrel is but " a metre ballad - monger . " We would rather have written one song of Burns , or 34 THE SPIRIT OF THE AGE .
... , as if they had been drops of water . As to the rest , and com- pared with true and great poets , our Scottish Minstrel is but " a metre ballad - monger . " We would rather have written one song of Burns , or 34 THE SPIRIT OF THE AGE .
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134. 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. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
135. oldal - 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. 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.
53. 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.
114. oldal - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint: She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven: Porphyro grew faint: She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
59. oldal - That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct As water is in water.
114. oldal - Of fruits, and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device, Innumerable of stains and splendid dyes, As are the tiger-moth's deep-damask'd wings; And in the midst, 'mong thousand heraldries, And twilight saints, and dim emblazonings, A shielded scutcheon blush'd with blood of queens and kings.
73. oldal - I behold thee in thy loftier mood, Wand'ring 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.
114. oldal - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in seaweed, 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.
146. oldal - When tides were neap, and, in the sultry day, Through the tall bounding mud-banks made their way, Which on each side rose swelling, and below The dark warm flood ran silently and slow; There anchoring, Peter chose from man to hide, There hang his head, and view the lazy tide In its hot slimy channel slowly glide...
104. 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.