The Man about Town, Հատորներ 1-2E. L. Carey & A. Hart, 1839 |
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... thought , or word which , " dying , I should wish to blot . " If there should be one , or more , calculated to give offence , I shall regret it . In running headlong after humour , it is not always possible to avoid such errors ; but it ...
... thought , or word which , " dying , I should wish to blot . " If there should be one , or more , calculated to give offence , I shall regret it . In running headlong after humour , it is not always possible to avoid such errors ; but it ...
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... thought that I think I will go down into De- vonshire , and see Dick " -his brother , son , son - in- law , or nephew , as the case might be . The good old lady was of course " taken aback " by such an unexpected announcement , but ...
... thought that I think I will go down into De- vonshire , and see Dick " -his brother , son , son - in- law , or nephew , as the case might be . The good old lady was of course " taken aback " by such an unexpected announcement , but ...
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... thought of " going down into Devonshire ! " It was a rash and presumptuous undertaking — almost as bad as flying in the face of Fate ! And then he wished to stay , but was ashamed , it looked so un- manly . It was like tearing himself ...
... thought of " going down into Devonshire ! " It was a rash and presumptuous undertaking — almost as bad as flying in the face of Fate ! And then he wished to stay , but was ashamed , it looked so un- manly . It was like tearing himself ...
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... thoughts and troubles of the soul , heavenward . The sweet , freshening flavour of woods , scenting the air ... thought to heaven ? " How beautiful come their voices upon the ear of the lonely wanderer ! How the heart seems to ...
... thoughts and troubles of the soul , heavenward . The sweet , freshening flavour of woods , scenting the air ... thought to heaven ? " How beautiful come their voices upon the ear of the lonely wanderer ! How the heart seems to ...
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... Thought can make the civilized city a savage , solitary wild ; and it can hear the multitudinous roar and movement of a mighty people in the dead silence of an unpeopled solitude . Though Byron has said " Alone , Man with his God must ...
... Thought can make the civilized city a savage , solitary wild ; and it can hear the multitudinous roar and movement of a mighty people in the dead silence of an unpeopled solitude . Though Byron has said " Alone , Man with his God must ...
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Էջ 50 - He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone, At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
Էջ 177 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise— Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Էջ 48 - I behold like a Spanish great galleon and an English man-of-war. Master Coleridge, like the former, was built far higher in learning, solid, but slow in his performances. CVL, with the English man-of-war, lesser in bulk, but lighter in sailing, could turn with all tides, tack about, and take advantage of all winds, by the quickness of his wit and invention.
Էջ 24 - So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity, That when a soul is found sincerely so, A thousand liveried angels lackey her, Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt, And in clear dream and solemn vision Tell her of things that no gross ear can hear ; Till oft converse with heavenly habitants Begin to cast a beam on the outward shape, The unpolluted temple of the mind, And turns it by degrees to the soul's essence, Till all be made immortal.
Էջ 31 - How soft the music of those village bells, Falling at intervals upon the ear In cadence sweet, now dying all away, Now pealing loud again, and louder still, Clear and sonorous, as the gale comes on! With easy force it opens all the cells Where memory slept. Wherever I have heard A kindred melody, the scene recurs, And with it all its pleasures and its pains.
Էջ 49 - AH, Ben ! Say how or when Shall we, thy guests, Meet at those lyric feasts Made at the Sun, The Dog, the Triple Tun ; Where we such clusters had As made us nobly wild, not mad ? And yet each verse of thine Outdid the meat, outdid the frolic wine.
Էջ 47 - Many were the wit-combats betwixt him and Ben Jonson; which two I behold like a Spanish great galleon and an English man-of-war; Master Jonson (like the former) was built far higher in learning; solid, but slow in his performances. Shakespeare...
Էջ 47 - Beaumont, Fletcher, Selden, Cotton, Carew, Martin, Donne, and many others, whose names, even at this distant period, call up a mingled feeling of reverence and respect.
Էջ 19 - A silver stream shall roll his waters near, Gilt with the sunbeams here and there, On whose enamelled bank I 'll walk, And see how prettily they smile, and hear How prettily they talk.
Էջ 23 - How charming is divine philosophy ! Not harsh, and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, But musical as is Apollo's lute, And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets, Where no crude surfeit reigns.