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... more he covets . His greatest gains are small in comparison to his hopes , that are like hollow things , only swelled the more by every breath of praise . He To be happy , therefore , he should effect that 2 ON LITERARY FAME.
... more he covets . His greatest gains are small in comparison to his hopes , that are like hollow things , only swelled the more by every breath of praise . He To be happy , therefore , he should effect that 2 ON LITERARY FAME.
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David Lester Richardson. To be happy , therefore , he should effect that almost impossible triumph - a triumph over his own restless aspirations . " The man who would be truly rich , " say Seneca , " must not enlarge his fortune , but ...
David Lester Richardson. To be happy , therefore , he should effect that almost impossible triumph - a triumph over his own restless aspirations . " The man who would be truly rich , " say Seneca , " must not enlarge his fortune , but ...
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... happy hour's inspiration may circulate , like a vein of gold , through the various strata of society , and enrich remotest ages ! Even the utter extinction of his mortal being is an event of comparative indifference to the impassioned ...
... happy hour's inspiration may circulate , like a vein of gold , through the various strata of society , and enrich remotest ages ! Even the utter extinction of his mortal being is an event of comparative indifference to the impassioned ...
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... happy childhood . The fondly reverted eye is charmed with images of peace and beauty . When contrasted with these delightful retro- spections , how dreary and barren seems our onward path ! Every step that we take but increases our ...
... happy childhood . The fondly reverted eye is charmed with images of peace and beauty . When contrasted with these delightful retro- spections , how dreary and barren seems our onward path ! Every step that we take but increases our ...
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... less earthly and more intimately allied to our holiest imaginings in the purity of a child . It satisfies the most delicate fancy and the severest judgment . Its happy and affectionate feelings are un- 26 ON CHILDREN .
... less earthly and more intimately allied to our holiest imaginings in the purity of a child . It satisfies the most delicate fancy and the severest judgment . Its happy and affectionate feelings are un- 26 ON CHILDREN .
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admiration amongst Anna Seward Atossa beauty Bolingbroke breast breath bright calm Chalkhill character Charlotte Smith charm cheerful Clearchus clouds conversation critics D'Israeli dear death delightful dreams Dryden Duchess of Marlborough E'en effect egotism egotist Essay Essay on Criticism external face fair fame fancy feeling friendship genius gleam glorious glory happy harmony hath heart hope Horace Walpole human intellectual John Chalkhill Johnson labour Leigh Hunt less light lines literary look Lord Bolingbroke Lord Byron Marchmont memory Milton mind Montaigne nature never o'er observed once passage passion perhaps persons Petrarch physiognomy pleasure poem poet poet's poetical poetry Pope Pope's praise prose reader remarks says scene seems Shakspeare silent smile sonnet soul sound speak spirit stanza style sweet talk taste tender thine thing thou thought tion truth verse voice Warton weary words writers
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Seite 280 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups, That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Seite 129 - 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.
Seite 332 - 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; Yet morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that...
Seite 99 - 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.
Seite 91 - 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...
Seite 97 - 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!
Seite 202 - 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.
Seite 203 - I trust hereby to make it manifest with what small willingness I endure to interrupt the pursuit of no less hopes than these, and leave a calm and pleasing solitariness, fed with cheerful and confident thoughts, to embark in a troubled sea of noises and hoarse disputes, put from beholding the bright countenance of truth in the quiet and still air of delightful studies...
Seite 93 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.
Seite 97 - Now strike the golden lyre again: A louder yet, and yet a louder strain ! Break his bands of sleep asunder And rouse him like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark ! the horrid sound Has raised up his head : As awaked from the dead, And amazed he stares around. Revenge, revenge...