Literary leaves, or, Prose and verse: chiefly written in India, Bände 1-2W. H. Allen & Company, 1840 |
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... seems to the sweet gum from a wounded tree . pages of the elder D'Israeli , amongst many other illustrative anecdotes of a similar nature , are the following touching examples of the effect upon the mind and body of too much literary ...
... seems to the sweet gum from a wounded tree . pages of the elder D'Israeli , amongst many other illustrative anecdotes of a similar nature , are the following touching examples of the effect upon the mind and body of too much literary ...
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... seems to dwarf the spirit . We see the soul dimly through so gross a medium . Authors , unlike other objects , grow larger as they recede into the distance ; and their knowledge of human nature ought to suggest to them the imprudence of ...
... seems to dwarf the spirit . We see the soul dimly through so gross a medium . Authors , unlike other objects , grow larger as they recede into the distance ; and their knowledge of human nature ought to suggest to them the imprudence of ...
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... seems as prosaic as the coarsest utilitarian , and the man of letters has no more influence than the merchant's clerk . It is imagined by some , that the lover of fame is so voracious of praise , that he is indifferent to its quality ...
... seems as prosaic as the coarsest utilitarian , and the man of letters has no more influence than the merchant's clerk . It is imagined by some , that the lover of fame is so voracious of praise , that he is indifferent to its quality ...
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... Seems destined ne'er again to brave the gale , Anchored for ever on the silent deep ! IV . [ SUN - RISE . ] The stars have melted in the morning air , — The white moon waneth dim . - The glorious sun , Slow - rising from the cold ...
... Seems destined ne'er again to brave the gale , Anchored for ever on the silent deep ! IV . [ SUN - RISE . ] The stars have melted in the morning air , — The white moon waneth dim . - The glorious sun , Slow - rising from the cold ...
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... seem Of Nature's mystic silence . Sacred dreams Unutterable , deep , and undefined , Now crowd upon the soul , and ... seems . Sun - ward , the noon - tide rays almost o'erpower The ocean's azure hue , like glittering stars Too richly ...
... seem Of Nature's mystic silence . Sacred dreams Unutterable , deep , and undefined , Now crowd upon the soul , and ... seems . Sun - ward , the noon - tide rays almost o'erpower The ocean's azure hue , like glittering stars Too richly ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
admiration alluded amongst Anna Seward Atossa beauty Ben Jonson blank verse Bolingbroke breath bright Byron character Charlotte Smith charm cheerful Clearchus clouds cold conversation critics dear death delightful dreams Drummond Dryden Duchess of Marlborough egotism egotist external fair fame fancy feeling friendship genius glory happy hath heart Horace Walpole human imagination intellectual John Chalkhill Johnson Leigh Hunt less letters light lines literary look Lord Lord Bolingbroke Lord Byron mankind memory merit Milton mind Montaigne mortal Muse nature never o'er object observed Othello passage passion perhaps Petrarch physiognomy pleasure poem poet poet's poetical poetry Pope Pope's praise prose reader remarks rhyme says scene seems Shakespeare smile sonnets soul sound speak spirit stanza strange style sweet taste tender thee thine thing thou thought tion truth verse words Wordsworth writer
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 130 - Of those fierce darts despair at me doth throw; 0 make in me those civil wars to cease; 1 will good tribute pay, if thou do so. Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed, A chamber deaf to noise...
Seite 127 - 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.
Seite 267 - 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.
Seite 342 - IX. 0 how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of heaven, O how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven ! X.
Seite 16 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Seite 95 - 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!
Seite 12 - ... this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe. O, if, I say, you look upon this verse When I perhaps compounded am with clay, Do not so much as my poor name rehearse, But let your love even with my life decay, Lest the wise world should look into your moan And mock you with me after I am gone.
Seite 13 - Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell...
Seite 193 - Where virtue is, these are more virtuous ; Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw The smallest fear or doubt of her revolt ; For she had eyes, and chose me. No, lago ; I'll see before I doubt ; when I doubt, prove: And on the proof, there is no more but this, — Away at once with love or jealousy ! lago.
Seite 89 - 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...