A Tale for a Chimney Corner: And Other Essays from the "Indicator" 1819-1821J. C. Hotten, 1869 - 350 Seiten |
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... pass through a number of suspicious - looking armed men . The two parties had scarcely cleared each other , when the chief of the strangers asked a servant , who happened to be at some distance behind the others , who that person was ...
... pass through a number of suspicious - looking armed men . The two parties had scarcely cleared each other , when the chief of the strangers asked a servant , who happened to be at some distance behind the others , who that person was ...
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... pass , but should have safe conduct whithersoever he pleased . The lofty poet , making it a matter of delicacy , perhaps , to waive an advantage of which his company could not partake , declined the offer ; upon which Sciarra sent ...
... pass , but should have safe conduct whithersoever he pleased . The lofty poet , making it a matter of delicacy , perhaps , to waive an advantage of which his company could not partake , declined the offer ; upon which Sciarra sent ...
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... pass undisturbed , he civilly takes his leave of him . " This story , I confess , justifies the great kindness the ladies had for Du Val ; for in this , as in an epitome , are contained all things that set a man off advantageously , and ...
... pass undisturbed , he civilly takes his leave of him . " This story , I confess , justifies the great kindness the ladies had for Du Val ; for in this , as in an epitome , are contained all things that set a man off advantageously , and ...
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... Pass by his troubled senses : sing his pain , Like hollow murmuring wind , or silver rain : Into this prince , gently , oh gently slide , And kiss him into slumbers , like a bride . " How earnest and prayer - like are these pauses ! How ...
... Pass by his troubled senses : sing his pain , Like hollow murmuring wind , or silver rain : Into this prince , gently , oh gently slide , And kiss him into slumbers , like a bride . " How earnest and prayer - like are these pauses ! How ...
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... pass over us , as the traveller does the wind of the desert . But where we feel that tears would relieve us , it is false philosophy to deny ourselves at least that first refreshment ; and it is always false consolation to tell people ...
... pass over us , as the traveller does the wind of the desert . But where we feel that tears would relieve us , it is false philosophy to deny ourselves at least that first refreshment ; and it is always false consolation to tell people ...
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Seite 63 - Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a DEATH? and are there two? Is DEATH that woman's mate?
Seite 277 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail bounteous May that dost inspire Mirth and youth, and warm desire; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Seite xxi - Soul of the age! The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare, rise! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room: Thou art a monument without a tomb, And art alive still while thy book doth live And we have wits to read and praise to give.
Seite xxi - I behold like a Spanish great galleon, and an English man-of-war; Master Coleridge, like the former, was built far higher in learning, solid, but slow in his performances. CVL, with the English man-of-war, lesser in bulk, but lighter in sailing, could turn with all tides, tack about, and take advantage of all winds, by the quickness of his wit and invention.
Seite 235 - Biron they call him; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal : His eye begets occasion for his wit; For every object that the one doth catch, The other turns to a mirth-moving jest ; Which his fair tongue (conceit's expositor,) Delivers in such apt and gracious words, That aged ears play truant at his tales, And younger hearings are quite ravished ; So sweet and voluble is his discourse.
Seite 289 - Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him: Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew : Nor did I wonder at the lily's white, Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose ; They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you ; you pattern of all those. Yet seem'd it winter still, and, you away, As with your shadow I with these did play : XCIX.
Seite xxi - Many were the wit-combats betwixt him and Ben Jonson, which two I behold like a Spanish great galleon, and an English man-of-war ; Master Jonson (like the former) was built far higher in learning ; solid, but slow in his performances. Shakespeare...
Seite 33 - In consecrated earth, And on the holy hearth, The Lars and Lemures moan with midnight plaint ; In urns and altars round A drear and dying sound Affrights the Flamens at their service quaint ; And the chill marble seems to sweat, While each peculiar Power foregoes his wonted seat.
Seite 303 - O'ercome with sufferings strange and wild, I wept as I had been a child ; And having thus by tears subdued My anguish to a milder mood, Such punishments, I said, were due To natures deepliest stained with sin : For aye entempesting anew The unfathomable hell within The horror of their deeds to view, To know and loathe, yet wish and do ! Such griefs with such men well agree, But wherefore, wherefore fall on me ? To be beloved is all I need, And whom I love, I love indeed.
Seite 44 - I thought of Chatterton, the marvellous Boy, The sleepless Soul that perished in his pride; Of Him who walked in glory and in joy Following his plough, along the mountain-side: By our own spirits are we deified: We Poets in our youth begin in gladness; But thereof come in the end despondency and madness.