The Plain Speaker: Opinions on Books, Men, and Things : in Two Volumes, Band 1Henry Colburn, New Burlington-Street, 1826 - 912 Seiten |
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... round or square , different or the same . This monotonous and balanced mode of composition may be compared to that species of portrait - painting which prevailed about a century ago , in which each face was cast in a regular and precon ...
... round or square , different or the same . This monotonous and balanced mode of composition may be compared to that species of portrait - painting which prevailed about a century ago , in which each face was cast in a regular and precon ...
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... round every object , ad libitum ; the prose - writer is compelled to extract his materials patiently and bit by bit , from his subject . What he adds of ornament , what he borrows from the pencil , must be sparing , and judiciously ...
... round every object , ad libitum ; the prose - writer is compelled to extract his materials patiently and bit by bit , from his subject . What he adds of ornament , what he borrows from the pencil , must be sparing , and judiciously ...
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... round it to answer for its identity , with " buttress , frieze , and coigne of ' vantage " for the imagination to " make its pendant bed and procreant cradle , " till the idea is confounded with the object representing it - the wonder ...
... round it to answer for its identity , with " buttress , frieze , and coigne of ' vantage " for the imagination to " make its pendant bed and procreant cradle , " till the idea is confounded with the object representing it - the wonder ...
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... round the fireside , are not always intelligible to the public , nor does he take pains to make them so . He is too confident and secure of his audience . That which may be en- tertaining enough with the assistance of a cer- tain ...
... round the fireside , are not always intelligible to the public , nor does he take pains to make them so . He is too confident and secure of his audience . That which may be en- tertaining enough with the assistance of a cer- tain ...
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... round or square . Passion , in short , is the essence , the chief ingredient in moral truth ; and the warmth of passion is sure to kindle the light of imagination on the objects around it The " words that glow " are almost inseparable ...
... round or square . Passion , in short , is the essence , the chief ingredient in moral truth ; and the warmth of passion is sure to kindle the light of imagination on the objects around it The " words that glow " are almost inseparable ...
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Seite 173 - Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen Full many a sprightly race Disporting on thy margent green The paths of pleasure trace; Who foremost now delight to cleave With pliant arm, thy glassy wave? The captive linnet which enthral? What idle progeny succeed To chase the rolling circle's speed, Or urge the flying ball?
Seite 146 - Take the instant way For honour travels in a strait so narrow, W'here one but goes abreast: keep then the path; For emulation hath a thousand sons, That one by one pursue: If you give way, Or hedge aside from the direct forthright, Like to an enter'd tide, they all rush by, And leave you hindmost...
Seite 403 - And time and place are lost: where eldest Night And Chaos, ancestors of Nature, hold Eternal Anarchy, amidst the noise Of endless wars, and by confusion stand. For Hot, Cold, Moist, and Dry, four champions fierce Strive here for mastery...
Seite 137 - What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms were then to me An appetite ; a feeling and a love That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Seite 398 - Wharton, the scorn and wonder of our days, Whose ruling passion was the lust of praise ; Born with whate'er could win it from the wise, 'Women and fools must like him, or he dies : Though wondering senates hung on all he spoke, The club must hail him master of the joke.
Seite 147 - That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps in the comer : welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. O ! let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was ; For beauty, wit, 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...
Seite 147 - O'er-run and trampled on : Then what they do in present, Though less than yours in past, must o'ertop yours...
Seite 122 - Bos. Do you not weep? Other sins only speak; murder shrieks out: The element of water moistens the earth, But blood flies upwards and bedews the heavens. Ferd. Cover her face; mine eyes dazzle: she died young.
Seite 135 - A jest's prosperity lies in the ear • Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it : then, if sickly ears, Deaf 'd with the clamours of their own dear groans.
Seite 293 - Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams ; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues.