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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... sort of purpose . The author is constantly getting away from the impression of his subject , to envelop himself in a cloud of images , which weaken and perplex , instead of adding force and clearness to it . Provided he is figurative ...
... sort of purpose . The author is constantly getting away from the impression of his subject , to envelop himself in a cloud of images , which weaken and perplex , instead of adding force and clearness to it . Provided he is figurative ...
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... sort of common - place , that a peasant , who dies a natural death , has no Coroner's Inquest to sit upon him . All these are the faults of the ordinary poetical style . Poets think they are bound , by the tenour of their indentures to ...
... sort of common - place , that a peasant , who dies a natural death , has no Coroner's Inquest to sit upon him . All these are the faults of the ordinary poetical style . Poets think they are bound , by the tenour of their indentures to ...
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... sort of disgusting cant . We are still only to believe in all unbelief - in what they tell us . The less credulous we are of other things , the more faith we shall have in reserve for them by exhausting our stock of scepticism and ...
... sort of disgusting cant . We are still only to believe in all unbelief - in what they tell us . The less credulous we are of other things , the more faith we shall have in reserve for them by exhausting our stock of scepticism and ...
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... sort of disturbed , unsound sleep , the eyes are not closed , and are attracted by the light . I used to get up and go towards the window , and make violent efforts to throw it open . The air in some measure revived me , or I might have ...
... sort of disturbed , unsound sleep , the eyes are not closed , and are attracted by the light . I used to get up and go towards the window , and make violent efforts to throw it open . The air in some measure revived me , or I might have ...
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... peculiar characteristics of sleep . The power of prophesying or foreseeing things . in our sleep , as from a higher and more abstracted sphere of thought , need not be here argued upon . There is , however , a sort of 4.4 ON DREAMS .
... peculiar characteristics of sleep . The power of prophesying or foreseeing things . in our sleep , as from a higher and more abstracted sphere of thought , need not be here argued upon . There is , however , a sort of 4.4 ON DREAMS .
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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.