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Стр. 270 - Whoever wishes to attain an English style, familiar but not coarse, and elegant but not ostentatious, must give his days and nights to the volumes of Addison, HUGHES.
Стр. 590 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind!
Стр. 602 - The truth of it is, the finest writers among the modern Italians express themselves in such a florid form of words and such tedious circumlocutions as are used by none but pedants in our own country ; and at the same time fill their writings with such poor imaginations and conceits as our youths are ashamed of before they have been two years at the university.
Стр. 198 - At length he said, with perfect cheerfulness, ' Well, well, James, so be it — but you know we must not droop, for we can't afford to give over. Since one line has failed, we must just stick to something else:' — and so he dismissed me, and resumed his novel.
Стр. 196 - Harold, a space of nearly sixteen years. There has been no reposing under the shade of his laurels, no living upon the resource of past reputation ; none of that coddling and petty precaution, which little authors call " taking care of their fame." Byron let his fame take care of itself. His foot was always in the arena, his shield hung always in the lists; and although his own gigantic renown increased the difficulty of the struggle, since he could produce nothing, however great, which exceeded...
Стр. 324 - The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the roof above them — ere he framed The lofty vault, to gather and roll back The sound of anthems ; in the darkling wood, Amid the cool and silence, he knelt down, And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks And supplication.
Стр. 201 - In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
Стр. 428 - Know that this theory is false; his bark The daring mariner shall urge far o'er The western wave, a smooth and level plain, Albeit the earth is fashioned like a wheel. Man was in ancient days of grosser mould, And Hercules might blush to learn how far Beyond the limits he had vainly set, The dullest sea-boat soon shall wing her way. Man shall descry another hemisphere. Since to one common centre all things tend, So earth, by curious mystery divine Well balanced, hangs amid the starry spheres.
Стр. 476 - She was not old, nor young, nor at the years Which certain people call a " certain age," Which yet the most uncertain age appears, Because I never heard, nor could engage A person yet by prayers, or bribes, or tears, To name, define by speech, or write on page, The period meant precisely by that word, — Which surely is exceedingly absurd.
Стр. 590 - And white waves heaving high, my lads. The good ship tight and free ; The world of waters is our home, And merry men are we. "There's tempest in yon horned moon. And lightning in yon cloud ; And hark the music, mariners ! The wind is wakening loud. The wind is wakening loud, my boys. The lightning flashes free ; The hollow oak our palace is, Our heritage the sea.