Literary Leaves; Or, Prose and Verse Chiefly Written in India, Հատոր 1W.H. Allen & Company, 1840 |
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... letters that I have received from my native country from authors of unquestionable genius . and high celebrity , and to most of whom I am personally a stranger , have encouraged me to publish this new edition- the first being out of ...
... letters that I have received from my native country from authors of unquestionable genius . and high celebrity , and to most of whom I am personally a stranger , have encouraged me to publish this new edition- the first being out of ...
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... letters is of all men the least capable of battling with the world , and of supporting his influence by extraneous means . If his intellectual preten- sions be disputed , he is helpless and forlorn . To add to the bitter- He ventures ...
... letters is of all men the least capable of battling with the world , and of supporting his influence by extraneous means . If his intellectual preten- sions be disputed , he is helpless and forlorn . To add to the bitter- He ventures ...
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... letter to Mr. New- ton , " that a sportive thought should ever knock at the door of my intellects , and still more that it should gain admittance . It is as if Harlequin should intrude himself into the gloomy chamber where a corpse is ...
... letter to Mr. New- ton , " that a sportive thought should ever knock at the door of my intellects , and still more that it should gain admittance . It is as if Harlequin should intrude himself into the gloomy chamber where a corpse is ...
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... letter to his bookseller , in alluding to the illness of his son , pathetically observes , ' If it please God that I must die of over - study , I can- not spend my life better than in preserving his . ' Cowley , ' the melancholy Cowley ...
... letter to his bookseller , in alluding to the illness of his son , pathetically observes , ' If it please God that I must die of over - study , I can- not spend my life better than in preserving his . ' Cowley , ' the melancholy Cowley ...
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... letters has no more influence than the merchant's clerk . It is imagined by some , that the lover of fame is so voracious of praise , that he is indifferent to its quality . This is not the case . The smiles of vulgar patronage , or the ...
... letters has no more influence than the merchant's clerk . It is imagined by some , that the lover of fame is so voracious of praise , that he is indifferent to its quality . This is not the case . The smiles of vulgar patronage , or the ...
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Literary Leaves; Or, Prose and Verse Chiefly Written in India, Հատոր 1 David Lester Richardson Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1840 |
Literary Leaves; Or, Prose and Verse Chiefly Written in India, Հատոր 1 David Lester Richardson Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1840 |
Literary Leaves; Or, Prose and Verse Chiefly Written in India, Հատոր 1 David Lester Richardson Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1840 |
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Էջ 265 - Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff : you shall seek all day ere you find them, and when you have them, they are not worth the search.
Էջ 198 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Էջ 127 - Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be, In every work regard the writer's end, Since none can compass more than they intend; And if the means be just, the conduct true, Applause, in spite of trivial faults, is due.
Էջ 89 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar...
Էջ 95 - Less than a god they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell!
Էջ 313 - Phoebus lifts his golden fire: The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire. These ears, alas! for other notes repine; A different object do these eyes require: My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine: And in my breast the imperfect joys expire...
Էջ 10 - Blessings be with them — and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares—- The Poets, who on earth have made us heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays ! Oh ! might my name be numbered among theirs, Then gladly would I end my mortal days.
Էջ 97 - With many a weary step, and many a groan, Up the high hill he heaves a huge round stone; The huge round stone, resulting with a bound, Thunders impetuous down, and smokes along the ground.
Էջ 198 - The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied In Liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which all Europe rings from side to side. This thought might lead me through the world's vain mask Content, though blind, had I no better guide.
Էջ 254 - See, what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.