Letters on Literature, Taste, and Composition: Addressed to His Son, 1. kötetPhillips, 1808 |
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... called , and chronicles , an- Pals and memoirs . The first histories of all nations , I have no doubt , were originally in verse ; and those early histories which are now extant , even in prose , bear in some measure the characters of ...
... called , and chronicles , an- Pals and memoirs . The first histories of all nations , I have no doubt , were originally in verse ; and those early histories which are now extant , even in prose , bear in some measure the characters of ...
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... called may again be divided under two heads ; 1st . Those general histories which record the transactions of a nation from its rise to its fall ; and 2dly . Those histories which treat of a particular pe- riod or a particular event . Of ...
... called may again be divided under two heads ; 1st . Those general histories which record the transactions of a nation from its rise to its fall ; and 2dly . Those histories which treat of a particular pe- riod or a particular event . Of ...
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... called upon to defend his fellow soldiers , whose con- duct is to influence the fate of his country , will acquire every information by studying Taci- tus . " Like his master Sallust , who is evidently in a great degree his model ...
... called upon to defend his fellow soldiers , whose con- duct is to influence the fate of his country , will acquire every information by studying Taci- tus . " Like his master Sallust , who is evidently in a great degree his model ...
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... called these compositions by the name of comment- aries , and the most famous extant are those of Cæsar , containing the particulars of his wars in Gaul and Britain . A more perfect model of this kind of writing cannot be mentioned ...
... called these compositions by the name of comment- aries , and the most famous extant are those of Cæsar , containing the particulars of his wars in Gaul and Britain . A more perfect model of this kind of writing cannot be mentioned ...
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... called poietai ( makers ) . Not that every thing contained in a poem was sup- posed to be a new invention , for that could not be true , and particularly of descriptive poems ; but the composition as a whole might be re- garded more ...
... called poietai ( makers ) . Not that every thing contained in a poem was sup- posed to be a new invention , for that could not be true , and particularly of descriptive poems ; but the composition as a whole might be re- garded more ...
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65. oldal - WE were now treading that illustrious Island, which was once the luminary of the Caledonian regions, whence savage clans and roving barbarians derived the benefits of knowledge, and the blessings of religion. To abstract the mind from all local emotion would be impossible, if it were endeavoured, and would be foolish, if it were possible.
167. oldal - Who wickedly is wise, or madly brave, Is but the more a fool, the more a knave. Who noble ends by noble means obtains, Or failing, smiles in exile or in chains, Like good Aurelius let him reign, or bleed Like Socrates, that man is great indeed. What's fame? a fancied life in others' breath, A thing beyond us, ev'n before our death.
90. oldal - AWAKE, my St John ! leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride of kings. Let us (since life can little more supply Than just to look about us and to die...
105. oldal - O thou, that, with surpassing glory crown'd, Look'st from thy sole dominion, like the god Of this new world; at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminish'd heads ; to thee I call, But with no friendly voice, and add thy name, 0 sun ! to tell thee how I hate thy beams, That bring to my remembrance from what state 1 fell, how glorious once above thy sphere...
166. oldal - I'll tell you, friend! a wise man and a fool. You'll find, if once the monarch acts the monk, Or, cobbler-like, the parson will be drunk, Worth makes the man, and want of it, the fellow; The rest is all but leather or prunella.
57. oldal - His studies had been so various, that I am not able to name a man of equal knowledge. His acquaintance with books was great; and what he did not immediately know, he could at least tell where to find.
166. oldal - Go ! if your ancient, but ignoble blood Has crept through scoundrels ever since the flood, Go ! and pretend your family is young, Nor own your fathers have been fools so long. What can ennoble sots, or slaves, or cowards ? Alas ! not all the blood of all the Howards. Look next on greatness : say where greatness lies, Where, but among the heroes and the wise...
168. oldal - Csesar with a senate at his heels. In Parts superior what advantage lies? Tell (for You can) what is it to be wise? 'Tis but to know how little can be known; To see all others...
167. oldal - Is hung on high, to poison half mankind. All fame is foreign but of true desert, Plays round the head, but comes not to the heart : One...
195. oldal - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear : Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village- Hampden, that, with dauntless breast, The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood. Th...