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Let us see what success his image meets with , when it falls into the hands of a
French polisher of modern days , who works with the implements of thought or wit
– Malherbe :• La mort a des rigueurs à nulle autre pareilles : Nous avons beau ...
Let us see what success his image meets with , when it falls into the hands of a
French polisher of modern days , who works with the implements of thought or wit
– Malherbe :• La mort a des rigueurs à nulle autre pareilles : Nous avons beau ...
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And we doubt whether many have reflected how very large a proportion of the
pleasure which we derive from poetry is really drawn from the expression of
Thought in its various forms - indignant , energetic , graceful , witty , fanciful —
without ...
And we doubt whether many have reflected how very large a proportion of the
pleasure which we derive from poetry is really drawn from the expression of
Thought in its various forms - indignant , energetic , graceful , witty , fanciful —
without ...
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So art , if you will still call it so , while it is confined to the narrow and shallow
ornament , is a thing of mere sport , may have rules of its own play ; but when this
art in its progress enters upon the territories of thought , of mind , it takes another
...
So art , if you will still call it so , while it is confined to the narrow and shallow
ornament , is a thing of mere sport , may have rules of its own play ; but when this
art in its progress enters upon the territories of thought , of mind , it takes another
...
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At first I thought ill health , the warmth of eastern climes , or probably dissipation
had . caused the havoc I beheld . ... his once handsome features ; and reading
my thoughts , he at once exclaimed , I see you are starlled by my altered looks .
At first I thought ill health , the warmth of eastern climes , or probably dissipation
had . caused the havoc I beheld . ... his once handsome features ; and reading
my thoughts , he at once exclaimed , I see you are starlled by my altered looks .
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I caught a glimpse of a family group , gathered ronnd a pleasant hearth , in a
house in the square , and my thoughts involuntarily ... As the thought crossed me
, one of these convenient , though lumbering , machines approached , - I bailed
the ...
I caught a glimpse of a family group , gathered ronnd a pleasant hearth , in a
house in the square , and my thoughts involuntarily ... As the thought crossed me
, one of these convenient , though lumbering , machines approached , - I bailed
the ...
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Seite 373 - Ecstasy! My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time, And makes as healthful music. It is not madness That I have utter'd : bring me to the test, And I the matter will re-word, which madness Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace, Lay not that flattering unction to your soul, That not your trespass but my madness speaks; It will but skin and film the ulcerous place, Whiles rank corruption, mining all within, Infects unseen.
Seite 174 - Fear ye not me? Saith the LORD: will ye not tremble at my presence, which have placed the sand for the bound of the sea by a perpetual decree, that it cannot pass it: and though the waves thereof toss themselves, yet can they not prevail; though they roar, yet can they not pass over it?
Seite 231 - He is a middle-sized, spare man, about forty years old, of a brown complexion and darkbrown coloured hair, but wears a wig ; a hooked nose, a sharp chin, grey eyes, and a large mole near his mouth...
Seite 118 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Seite 361 - I never saw them afterwards, or any sign of them except three of their hats, one cap, and two shoes that were not fellows.
Seite 92 - The man that lays his hand upon a woman, Save in the way of kindness, is a wretch Whom 'twere gross flattery to name a coward.— I'll talk to you, lady, but not beat you.
Seite 360 - Robinson Kreutznaer; but by the usual corruption of words in England we are now called, nay, we call ourselves, and write our name "Crusoe," and so my companions always called me.
Seite 22 - The sun had long since, in the lap Of Thetis, taken out his nap, And, like a lobster boil'd, the morn From black to red began to turn...
Seite 129 - For, so to interpose a little ease, Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise; Ay me ! whilst thee the shores and sounding seas Wash far away, where'er thy bones are hurled; Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides, Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide Visit'st the bottom of the monstrous world...
Seite 83 - twould a saint provoke," (Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke ;} " No, let a charming chintz and Brussels lace Wrap my cold limbs, and shade my lifeless face : One would not, sure, be frightful when one's dead — And — Betty — give this cheek a little red.