Solitude:, Հատոր 1Vernor & Hood, 1804 - 330 էջ |
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... say the truth , LOCAL SOLITUDE rather expands and fets me at large : I the more willingly embark in the affairs of ftate , and in the bufinefs of the world , when I am alone . At the Louvre , and in the crowd of the court , I keep ...
... say the truth , LOCAL SOLITUDE rather expands and fets me at large : I the more willingly embark in the affairs of ftate , and in the bufinefs of the world , when I am alone . At the Louvre , and in the crowd of the court , I keep ...
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... say , To - morrow do thy worst , for I have liv'd to day ; Be fair , or foul , or rain , or fhine , The joys I have poffefs'd , in fpite of fate , are mine . " If , " fays PETRARCH , " you feel any incli-- " nation to serve God , in ...
... say , To - morrow do thy worst , for I have liv'd to day ; Be fair , or foul , or rain , or fhine , The joys I have poffefs'd , in fpite of fate , are mine . " If , " fays PETRARCH , " you feel any incli-- " nation to serve God , in ...
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... say , " I dare not think otherwise , " is infupportable . Why , alas ! will not men strive to form opinions of their own , rather than sub- mit to be guided by the arbitrary dictates of others ? If a work please me , of what import ...
... say , " I dare not think otherwise , " is infupportable . Why , alas ! will not men strive to form opinions of their own , rather than sub- mit to be guided by the arbitrary dictates of others ? If a work please me , of what import ...
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... says , " Of all the moderns , M. Geffner , a poet of Swifferland , has been moft fuccessful in his paftoral compofitions . He has introduced " into his Idylls ( as he entitles them ) many new ideas . His rural scenery is often striking ...
... says , " Of all the moderns , M. Geffner , a poet of Swifferland , has been moft fuccessful in his paftoral compofitions . He has introduced " into his Idylls ( as he entitles them ) many new ideas . His rural scenery is often striking ...
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... says he , in one of these letters , " the cause of that invincible difguft which I always felt in my intercourse " with the world . I attributed it to the mor- " tification of not poffeffing that quick and ready " talent neceffary to ...
... says he , in one of these letters , " the cause of that invincible difguft which I always felt in my intercourse " with the world . I attributed it to the mor- " tification of not poffeffing that quick and ready " talent neceffary to ...
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Solitude: Or, The Effects of Occasional Retirement on the Mind, the Heart ... Johann Georg Zimmermann Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1797 |
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acquired afford againſt almoſt amidſt Avignon baniſh beauties becauſe bofom cauſe celebrated character charms Cicero defire delight diffipation difpofition diſcover eaſe elegant Engliſh enjoy enjoyment exift fafe faid fame fays feel feems felicity fenfe fenfibility fentiments fhades fhall fhort filent firſt fituation fociety foft folitary fome foon forrow foul frequently friends friendſhip ftill ftudies fublime fuch fuffer fuperior fure furrounded greateſt greatneſs happineſs happy heart higheſt himſelf houſe human increaſe infpires itſelf lefs leifure live mankind ment mind moft moſt muft muſt myſelf nature neceffary noble obfervation object occafionally Octavo ourſelves paffed paffion perfon Petrarch philofopher pleafing pleaſe pleaſures Plutarch poffefs prefent purſued purſuit racters raiſe reaſon refidence refined render repoſe retirement rural Samnites ſcene ſeek ſhe ſhould Solitude ſpirit ſtate ſtudy ſubject ſuch Swifferland taſte thefe themſelves theſe thing thofe thoſe tion tranquillity underſtanding uſeful vifit virtue virtuous whofe whoſe youth Zimmerman
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Էջ 157 - HAPPY the man whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground ; Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in Summer yield him shade, In Winter fire.
Էջ 274 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge, And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafening clamour in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes...
Էջ 158 - Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter, fire. Blest, who can unconcern'dly find Hours, days, and years, slide soft away In health of body; peace of mind; Quiet by day ; Sound sleep by night; study and ease Together mix'd; sweet recreation, And innocence, which most does please With meditation.
Էջ 19 - Thee I revisit safe, And feel thy sovran vital lamp ; but thou Revisit'st not these eyes, that roll in vain To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn ; So thick a drop serene hath quenched their orbs, Or dim suffusion veiled.
Էջ 252 - The world recedes; it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy victory? O Death! where is thy sting?
Էջ 263 - Know ye not then, said Satan fill'd with scorn, Know ye not me ? ye knew me once no mate For you, there sitting where ye durst not soar; Not to know me argues yourselves unknown, The lowest of your throng; or if ye know, Why ask ye, and superfluous begin Your message, like to end as much in vain ? To whom thus Zephon, answering scorn with scorn.
Էջ 29 - The spleen is seldom felt where Flora reigns ; The low'ring eye, the petulance, the frown, And sullen sadness, that o'ershade, distort, And mar the face of beauty, when no cause For such immeasurable woe appears, These Flora banishes, and gives the fair Sweet smiles, and bloom less transient than her own.
Էջ 252 - The Dying Christian to his Soul: Ode Vital spark of heav'nly flame! Quit, oh quit this mortal frame: Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying. Oh the pain, the bliss of dying! Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life. Hark! they whisper; Angels say. Sister spirit, come away.
Էջ 290 - Pursuing and pursued, each other's prey ; As wolves for rapine, as the fox for wiles, Till Death, that mighty hunter, earths them all. Why all this toil for triumphs of an hour ? What though we wade in wealth, or soar in fame ? Earth's highest station ends in, ' Here he lies ;' And ' dust to dust
Էջ 113 - Long-sounding aisles, and intermingled graves, Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws A death-like silence., and a dread repose: Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene, Shades ev'ry flow'r, and darkens ev'ry green, Deepens the murmur of the falling floods, And breathes a browner horror on the woods.