Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, Zväzok 16Leavitt, Throw and Company, 1849 |
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... sense acquirements of the lawyer and the divine character of the people , to the excellence of tempt both to production in the graver walks the constitution , or to the superior address of literature ; and though to the lawyer the and ...
... sense acquirements of the lawyer and the divine character of the people , to the excellence of tempt both to production in the graver walks the constitution , or to the superior address of literature ; and though to the lawyer the and ...
Strana 10
... We cannot pursue this contemptible trashy dialogue further . The " stilted talk " of the duenna Leonora is only surpassed in non- sense by the royal catechist . It is positively beneath 10 [ Jan. , THE LITERARY CHARACTER OF.
... We cannot pursue this contemptible trashy dialogue further . The " stilted talk " of the duenna Leonora is only surpassed in non- sense by the royal catechist . It is positively beneath 10 [ Jan. , THE LITERARY CHARACTER OF.
Strana 11
... sense and propriety - passing by the mo- rale of the whole , which is flagrant . Can anything be so utterly silly as the ex- clamation of the King- " That I , the king , should know the slightest sign , The breath of air , or creaking ...
... sense and propriety - passing by the mo- rale of the whole , which is flagrant . Can anything be so utterly silly as the ex- clamation of the King- " That I , the king , should know the slightest sign , The breath of air , or creaking ...
Strana 13
... sense of smelling tallow and rosin - but no illusion . Plenty of rant aud fustian , but " no storming of the breast , or holding enthralled the sense ; " " there is all the contortion of the Sybil without the inspiration , all the no ...
... sense of smelling tallow and rosin - but no illusion . Plenty of rant aud fustian , but " no storming of the breast , or holding enthralled the sense ; " " there is all the contortion of the Sybil without the inspiration , all the no ...
Strana 14
... to put so much good sense together in any one speech as to make it hold out steadily and with plain coherence for a quarter of an hour . " ency , 66 " Memoirs of Europe from the Peace of Utrecht ; 14 [ Jan. , THE LITERARY CHARACTER OF.
... to put so much good sense together in any one speech as to make it hold out steadily and with plain coherence for a quarter of an hour . " ency , 66 " Memoirs of Europe from the Peace of Utrecht ; 14 [ Jan. , THE LITERARY CHARACTER OF.
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Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, Zväzok 40 John Holmes Agnew,Walter Hilliard Bidwell Úplné zobrazenie - 1857 |
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Strana 213 - She should have died hereafter; There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death.
Strana 210 - Who was it that thus cried? Why, worthy thane, You do unbend your noble strength, to think So brainsickly of things. Go get some water, And wash this filthy witness from your hand. Why did you bring these daggers from the place? They must lie there: go carry them, and smear The sleepy grooms with blood.
Strana 512 - And she may still exist in undiminished vigour when some traveller from New Zealand shall, in the midst of a vast solitude, take his stand on a broken arch of London Bridge to sketch the ruins of St. Paul's.
Strana 147 - A poet is the most unpoetical of anything in existence, because he has no identity ; he is continually in for, and filling, some other body. The sun, the moon, the sea, and men and women, who are creatures of impulse, are poetical, and have about them an unchangeable attribute ; the poet has none, no identity. He is certainly the most unpoetical of all God's creatures.
Strana 152 - The Genius of Poetry must work out its own salvation in a man. It cannot be matured by law and precept, but by sensation and watchfulness in itself. That which is creative must create itself.
Strana 147 - A poet is the most unpoetical of any thing in existence, because he has no Identity — he is continually in for and filling some other Body — The Sun, the Moon, the Sea and Men and Women, who are creatures of impulse, are poetical, and have about them an unchangeable attribute; the poet has none, no identity — he is certainly the most unpoetical of all God's Creatures.
Strana 17 - Goldsmith's plain narrative will please again and again. I would say to Robertson what an old tutor of a college said to one of his pupils : ' Read over your compositions, and wherever you meet with a passage which you think is particularly fine, strike it out.
Strana 48 - And speckled Vanity Will sicken soon and die, And leprous Sin will melt from earthly mould ; And Hell itself will pass away, And leave her dolorous mansions to the peering day.
Strana 210 - Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal, For it must seem their guilt.
Strana 159 - THE SEA. IT keeps eternal whisperings around Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell Gluts twice ten thousand caverns, till the spell Of Hecate leaves them their old shadowy sound. Often 'tis in such gentle temper found, That scarcely will the very smallest shell Be moved for days from where it sometime fell, When last the winds of heaven were unbound. Oh ye ! who have your eye-balls vexed and tired, Feast them upon the wideness of the Sea...