Literary Leaves; Or, Prose and Verse Chiefly Written in India, Bind 1W.H. Allen & Company, 1840 |
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... means . If his intellectual preten- sions be disputed , he is helpless and forlorn . He ventures his He whole cargo of earthly hopes in the frail bark of fame , and a wreck ruins him for ever . His habits of mind are incapable of change ...
... means . If his intellectual preten- sions be disputed , he is helpless and forlorn . He ventures his He whole cargo of earthly hopes in the frail bark of fame , and a wreck ruins him for ever . His habits of mind are incapable of change ...
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... means more or less spiritual and refined . Some persons are contented with a reputation of which the nature and limits appear contemptible and narrow to more ardent minds , that would fain extend their influence over distant countries ...
... means more or less spiritual and refined . Some persons are contented with a reputation of which the nature and limits appear contemptible and narrow to more ardent minds , that would fain extend their influence over distant countries ...
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... means are less exhaust , yet , on the other side , they are more cruel and hard - hearted , ( good to make severe inquisitors , ) because their tenderness is not so often called upon . ' 6 • ' The best thing I can wish you , ' said Sir ...
... means are less exhaust , yet , on the other side , they are more cruel and hard - hearted , ( good to make severe inquisitors , ) because their tenderness is not so often called upon . ' 6 • ' The best thing I can wish you , ' said Sir ...
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... means of supporting them , they cannot be too His children are so many re - creations of himself . They are ties that must bind his affections to the world , and yet solace him in his latest hour , for a man cannot wholly die while his ...
... means of supporting them , they cannot be too His children are so many re - creations of himself . They are ties that must bind his affections to the world , and yet solace him in his latest hour , for a man cannot wholly die while his ...
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... capacity . Sheridan , Walter Scott , Byron , and many other men of equal eminence , were by no means brilliant in the school - room . Horace and to the public , and her indecent haste G 2 ON CARE AND CONDENSATION IN WRITING . 43.
... capacity . Sheridan , Walter Scott , Byron , and many other men of equal eminence , were by no means brilliant in the school - room . Horace and to the public , and her indecent haste G 2 ON CARE AND CONDENSATION IN WRITING . 43.
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Side 278 - 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.
Side 330 - 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...
Side 95 - 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!
Side 127 - 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.
Side 89 - 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...
Side 200 - 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.
Side 91 - 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.
Side 256 - See, what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Side 147 - Neither a borrower nor a lender be ; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
Side 95 - 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...