Literary Leaves; Or, Prose and Verse Chiefly Written in India, Հատոր 1W.H. Allen & Company, 1840 |
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... speak of my productions , and the many flatter- ing and most valuable 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 ...
... speak of my productions , and the many flatter- ing and most valuable 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 ...
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... speaking , as I have already observed , the disrespect to his person is transferred to his productions . In a vast city like that of London , the humblest literary man may acquire more real fame , however limited , than can be obtain ...
... speaking , as I have already observed , the disrespect to his person is transferred to his productions . In a vast city like that of London , the humblest literary man may acquire more real fame , however limited , than can be obtain ...
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... speaking , an unfavorable indication of the character of an author's mind . Rapid writers , like rapid talkers , are far more frequently shallow than profound . The tongue , says Butler , is like a racehorse , which runs the faster the ...
... speaking , an unfavorable indication of the character of an author's mind . Rapid writers , like rapid talkers , are far more frequently shallow than profound . The tongue , says Butler , is like a racehorse , which runs the faster the ...
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... speak ; They know that boundless love is mine , but do not read my heart , And little dream their friendly words awake an inward smart . II . I well might weep to learn that care had blanched thy lovely brow , And yet thine happier fate ...
... speak ; They know that boundless love is mine , but do not read my heart , And little dream their friendly words awake an inward smart . II . I well might weep to learn that care had blanched thy lovely brow , And yet thine happier fate ...
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... speak of home and happiness . I shall soon cease to hear them — perhaps for ever ! They will pass , like the wind , into happier regions , and breathe in other ears their old familiar music . The fate of these emancipated exiles awakens ...
... speak of home and happiness . I shall soon cease to hear them — perhaps for ever ! They will pass , like the wind , into happier regions , and breathe in other ears their old familiar music . The fate of these emancipated exiles awakens ...
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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.