Letters on Literature, Taste, and Composition: Addressed to His Son, 1. kötetPhillips, 1808 |
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56. oldal
... moral observation , or some short dissertation as valuable as interesting . As I wish rather to make you acquainted with the beauties of authors , than to exhibit a display of my own critical skill , I cannot help transcribing a ...
... moral observation , or some short dissertation as valuable as interesting . As I wish rather to make you acquainted with the beauties of authors , than to exhibit a display of my own critical skill , I cannot help transcribing a ...
72. oldal
... moral , which is a cen- sure that justly attaches to the latter work . Indeed Tom Jones is in some measure cul- pable in this respect ; for actual vice is treated too much as venial levity , and exhibited in too amiable and alluring a ...
... moral , which is a cen- sure that justly attaches to the latter work . Indeed Tom Jones is in some measure cul- pable in this respect ; for actual vice is treated too much as venial levity , and exhibited in too amiable and alluring a ...
76. oldal
... moral and religious reflexions which are occasionally interspersed . The delineation of the feelings of the unhappy exile , at certain periods , is the work of a master , and it is the more forcible because perfectly natural . Shall I ...
... moral and religious reflexions which are occasionally interspersed . The delineation of the feelings of the unhappy exile , at certain periods , is the work of a master , and it is the more forcible because perfectly natural . Shall I ...
81. oldal
... moral and philosophical subjects . They are however less read than they deserve . They contain a morality so pure and so sublime , that I am inclined to credit the opinion that the author was at heart a Christian . Besides this , you ...
... moral and philosophical subjects . They are however less read than they deserve . They contain a morality so pure and so sublime , that I am inclined to credit the opinion that the author was at heart a Christian . Besides this , you ...
108. oldal
... moral they may be , instead of beauties are blemishes . In poetry we ex- pect novelty and ingenuity both in thought and expression . When the poet says of Shak- speare- " Each change of many colour'd life he drew , " Exhausted worlds ...
... moral they may be , instead of beauties are blemishes . In poetry we ex- pect novelty and ingenuity both in thought and expression . When the poet says of Shak- speare- " Each change of many colour'd life he drew , " Exhausted worlds ...
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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...