The Plain Speaker: Opinions on Books, Men, and Things : in Two Volumes, Том 1Henry Colburn, New Burlington-Street, 1826 - Всего страниц: 912 |
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... idle taste , or assist his own fancy : he must take what comes , and make the most of it . He works the most striking effects out of the most unpromising materials , by the mere activity of his mind . He rises with the lofty , descends ...
... idle taste , or assist his own fancy : he must take what comes , and make the most of it . He works the most striking effects out of the most unpromising materials , by the mere activity of his mind . He rises with the lofty , descends ...
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... idle respect to appearances , and with its pen , like a sword , “ sharp and sweet , " lays open the naked truth ! The poet's Muse is like a mistress , whom we keep only while she is young and beautiful , durante bene placito ; the Muse ...
... idle respect to appearances , and with its pen , like a sword , “ sharp and sweet , " lays open the naked truth ! The poet's Muse is like a mistress , whom we keep only while she is young and beautiful , durante bene placito ; the Muse ...
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... idle ornaments , which they take their chance of bringing in somehow or other , than intent on eliciting truths by fair and honest inquiry . It should seem as if they considered prose as a sort of waiting - maid to poetry , that could ...
... idle ornaments , which they take their chance of bringing in somehow or other , than intent on eliciting truths by fair and honest inquiry . It should seem as if they considered prose as a sort of waiting - maid to poetry , that could ...
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... idle hour , usually acquire . An author has studied a particular point - he has read , he has inquired , he has thought a great deal upon it : he is not contented to take it up casually in common with others , to throw out a hint , to ...
... idle hour , usually acquire . An author has studied a particular point - he has read , he has inquired , he has thought a great deal upon it : he is not contented to take it up casually in common with others , to throw out a hint , to ...
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... idle jingle of verse . If he suspects you have a delight in pictures , he endeavours , not by fair argument , but by a side - wind , to put you out of conceit with so frivolous an art . If you have a taste for music , he does not think ...
... idle jingle of verse . If he suspects you have a delight in pictures , he endeavours , not by fair argument , but by a side - wind , to put you out of conceit with so frivolous an art . If you have a taste for music , he does not think ...
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Стр. 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?
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 147 - O'er-run and trampled on : Then what they do in present, Though less than yours in past, must o'ertop yours...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.