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These and many similar definitions suggest to us the doubt , whether , in the first
place , there is any radical distinction at all between true Fancy and Imagination :
and secondly , whether we are not apt to confound two very different qualities ...
These and many similar definitions suggest to us the doubt , whether , in the first
place , there is any radical distinction at all between true Fancy and Imagination :
and secondly , whether we are not apt to confound two very different qualities ...
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Still it is true , that the mere tribule which susceptibility pays to that which excites il
, is not the recognition of poetical excellence ; otherwise the “ Gamester ' and ·
Isabella ' would be the finest ' tragedies on the English stage . In order to be ...
Still it is true , that the mere tribule which susceptibility pays to that which excites il
, is not the recognition of poetical excellence ; otherwise the “ Gamester ' and ·
Isabella ' would be the finest ' tragedies on the English stage . In order to be ...
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... earthly artists the operatives , the foremen , the amanuenses , the delegates ,
the secondaries of the great First Cause . True it is , and pity ' tis ' tis true , that
many of these gifts are perverted from the high and holy purposes of the donor ;
but ...
... earthly artists the operatives , the foremen , the amanuenses , the delegates ,
the secondaries of the great First Cause . True it is , and pity ' tis ' tis true , that
many of these gifts are perverted from the high and holy purposes of the donor ;
but ...
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... and the same pictures limned in brighter colours in the more attractive gallery
of Fiction . « In History , - says the author of Tom Jones and of Amelia , « no«
thing is true but the names and dates : in Fiction everything . is true but the names
...
... and the same pictures limned in brighter colours in the more attractive gallery
of Fiction . « In History , - says the author of Tom Jones and of Amelia , « no«
thing is true but the names and dates : in Fiction everything . is true but the names
...
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Every one who has even slightly examined the records of past ages , must have
been struck and mortified by observing how seldom great events or remarkable
characters are exbibited on the scene of the Historian in their true colours or their
...
Every one who has even slightly examined the records of past ages , must have
been struck and mortified by observing how seldom great events or remarkable
characters are exbibited on the scene of the Historian in their true colours or their
...
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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.