Museum of Foreign Literature and Science, Volume 7Robert Walsh, Eliakim Littell, John Jay Smith E. Littell, 1825 |
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... turn young peo- ple into a course of reading different from the pomp and parade of romance - writing , and , dismissing the improbable and marvellous , with which novels generally abound , might tend to promote the cause of religion and ...
... turn young peo- ple into a course of reading different from the pomp and parade of romance - writing , and , dismissing the improbable and marvellous , with which novels generally abound , might tend to promote the cause of religion and ...
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... turns out to be a shadow . The absence of it is a grief , its pre- sence is no happiness . " It does not alwas fall on those who deserve it ; witness Milton , who was very little noticed , and still less praised by his contemporaries ...
... turns out to be a shadow . The absence of it is a grief , its pre- sence is no happiness . " It does not alwas fall on those who deserve it ; witness Milton , who was very little noticed , and still less praised by his contemporaries ...
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... turn out to be a vir- tual sneer ? Is he not the greatest poet who can from imagination alone achieve the most ? But , after all , what did Byron ever see of the characters that he has représented ? He wrote about blood and daggers ...
... turn out to be a vir- tual sneer ? Is he not the greatest poet who can from imagination alone achieve the most ? But , after all , what did Byron ever see of the characters that he has représented ? He wrote about blood and daggers ...
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... garden door , at which he stopt at almost every turn , alternately gazing at the glories it presented , and again communing with the agreeable heathen he was so fond of . " His nerves had never been so little irritated . Tremaine 45.
... garden door , at which he stopt at almost every turn , alternately gazing at the glories it presented , and again communing with the agreeable heathen he was so fond of . " His nerves had never been so little irritated . Tremaine 45.
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... turn . ' " Surely , ' said Tremaine , you do not treat the matter fairly ; you cannot mean that all the young men of fashion are of this character ? ' " Certainly not , and neither are all men of fashion quizzers ; we are talking of the ...
... turn . ' " Surely , ' said Tremaine , you do not treat the matter fairly ; you cannot mean that all the young men of fashion are of this character ? ' " Certainly not , and neither are all men of fashion quizzers ; we are talking of the ...
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admiration AMELIA OPIE appears attention beautiful better Bishop of Grenoble Bradshaigh called character chivalry common Cumberland drink Duke effect England English Evelyn extinct languages eyes fashion favour feelings fish France French genius gentleman give grace Greek hand heart honour human Junius King Knight labour Lady Lady Castlemaine language Latin literature live London look Lord Lord Byron Lord George Sackville manner matter means mind moral MUSEUM Mysteries of Udolpho nature never noble object observed opinion passion perhaps person poet poetry political possession present racter reader reason remarks Richardson Robert Bage scene Scriptures seems Sir Charles Grandison Sir Thomas Crewe society spirit story talent taste thing thou thought tion Tremaine truth volume whole words write young youth
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Página 444 - Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Página 381 - For softness she, and sweet attractive grace; He for God only, she for God in him: His fair large front and eye sublime declared Absolute rule; and hyacinthine locks Round from his parted forelock manly hung Clustering, but not beneath his shoulders broad...
Página 177 - HENCE, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights, Wherein you spend your folly: There's nought in this life sweet If man were wise to see't, But only melancholy, O sweetest melancholy!
Página 40 - Wisdom's self Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude ; Where, with her best nurse, Contemplation, She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings, That in the various bustle of resort Were all too ruffled, and sometimes impair'd. He that has light within his own clear breast, May sit i...
Página 444 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Página 233 - Lay long in bed, talking with pleasure with my poor wife, how she used to make coal fires, and wash my foul clothes with her own hand for me, poor wretch ! in our little room at my Lord Sandwich's ; for which I ought for ever to love and admire her, and do ; and persuade myself she would do the same thing again, if God should reduce us to it.
Página 120 - I could only apprehend my felicity ; I was too confused to taste it sincerely. I wandered about, thinking I was happy, and knowing that I was not. I was in the condition of a prisoner in the old Bastile, suddenly let loose after a forty years
Página 444 - Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Página 444 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow!
Página 177 - Fountain heads, and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves ! Moonlight walks, when all the fowls Are warmly housed, save bats and owls ! A midnight bell, a parting groan ! These are the sounds we feed upon ; Then stretch our bones in a still gloomy valley ; Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.