The Ruminator: Containing a Series of Moral, Critical, and Sentimental Essays, Zväzok 1Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1813 |
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Strana 14
... merit is her delineation of cha- racter , and her views of life and manners , in which she is almost unequalled ; while the works of the other are really romances as they are properly called ; and the most striking circumstance which ...
... merit is her delineation of cha- racter , and her views of life and manners , in which she is almost unequalled ; while the works of the other are really romances as they are properly called ; and the most striking circumstance which ...
Strana 15
... , and never taught to look up with earnest , though " trembling hope " to another , it is no wonder that she did not incul- cate more strongly principles of which she knew not the value . It is no small merit that THE RUMINATOR . 15.
... , and never taught to look up with earnest , though " trembling hope " to another , it is no wonder that she did not incul- cate more strongly principles of which she knew not the value . It is no small merit that THE RUMINATOR . 15.
Strana 16
... merit that neither in her language nor her sentiments she has strength- ened bad ones ; and in the only work which may be deemed of a contrary tendency , the errors both moral and political seem to have proceeded from the head rather ...
... merit that neither in her language nor her sentiments she has strength- ened bad ones ; and in the only work which may be deemed of a contrary tendency , the errors both moral and political seem to have proceeded from the head rather ...
Strana 39
... merit . " So that a perfect epic poem is still , and probably always will be , a desideratum in that fascinating art . Now the work which gave rise to these desul- tory observations , though it does not arrogate to itself that lofty ...
... merit . " So that a perfect epic poem is still , and probably always will be , a desideratum in that fascinating art . Now the work which gave rise to these desul- tory observations , though it does not arrogate to itself that lofty ...
Strana 52
... merit are still as much concealed as those of the Nile ; and other authors , translators , or editors of much higher genius and pretensions have quietly stolen r out of the world ( or like poor misguided 52 52 THE RUMINATOR . On Rowley ...
... merit are still as much concealed as those of the Nile ; and other authors , translators , or editors of much higher genius and pretensions have quietly stolen r out of the world ( or like poor misguided 52 52 THE RUMINATOR . On Rowley ...
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The Ruminator: Containing a Series of Moral, Critical, and ..., Zväzok 1 Sir Egerton Brydges Úplné zobrazenie - 1813 |
The Ruminator: Containing a Series of Moral, Critical, and ..., Zväzok 1 Sir Egerton Brydges Úplné zobrazenie - 1813 |
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admiration affecting ambition ancient appear bard beauty bosom Castara character Charlotte Smith charms colours converse Cowper criticism deemed delight delineation Deloraine doubt Earl Ellen exercise eyes faculties fame fancy fear feel fire fortes ante fortune genius give glow heart Homer honours Horace human indignation John Hoole Laconia language late learned literature living Longford Lord manner means merit mind moral Muse nature never o'er objects observed opinion Ossian passage peace perhaps pleasant dale pleasure poems poet poetical poetry praise produce racter rank readers rock RUMINATOR says scenery scenes seems sentiments shew Silius Italicus song sonnet spirit story striking sublime sure talents taste thee thing thou thought thro Tiber tion Tragedy of Macbeth translated truth vale of Tempe verse Vestal Virgin Virgil virtue wild wish write
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Strana 2 - But war's a game, which, were their subjects wise, Kings would not play at.
Strana 61 - In thoughts from the visions of the night, When deep sleep falleth on men, Fear came upon me, and trembling, Which made all my bones to shake. Then a spirit passed before my face ; The hair of my flesh stood up.
Strana 135 - CROMWELL, our chief of men, who through a cloud Not of war only, but detractions rude, Guided by faith and matchless fortitude, To peace and truth thy glorious way hast...
Strana 78 - As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on; and yet, within a month, Let me not think on't: Frailty, thy name is woman!
Strana 134 - Thy works, and alms, and all thy good endeavour, Staid not behind, nor in the grave were trod ; But, as Faith pointed with her golden rod, Followed thee up to joy and bliss for ever. Love led them on, and Faith, who knew them best, Thy hand-maids, clad them o'er with purple beams And azure wings, that up they flew so drest, And spake the truth of thee on glorious themes Before the Judge ; who thenceforth bid thee rest, And drink thy fill of pure immortal streams.
Strana 172 - Of witches' spells, of warriors' arms ; Of patriot battles, won of old By Wallace wight, and Bruce the bold ; Of later fields of feud and fight, When, pouring from their Highland height, The Scottish clans, in headlong sway, Had swept the scarlet ranks away. While...
Strana 91 - I knew him a few years ago full of hopes, and full of projects, versed in many languages, high in fancy, and strong in retention.
Strana 169 - NOVEMBER'S sky is chill and drear, November's leaf is red and sear: Late, gazing down the steepy linn, That hems our little garden in, Low in its dark and narrow glen, You scarce the rivulet might ken, So thick the tangled green-wood grew, So feeble trilled the streamlet through: Now, murmuring hoarse, and frequent seen Through bush and brier, no longer green, An angry brook, it sweeps the glade, Brawls over rock and wild cascade, And, foaming brown with doubled speed, Hurries its waters to the Tweed.
Strana 277 - Whilst this hard truth I teach, methinks, I see The monster London laugh at me, I should at thee too, foolish city, If it were fit to laugh at misery, But thy estate I pity. Let but thy wicked men from out thee go, And all the fools that crowd thee so, Even thou who dost thy millions boast, A village less than Islington wilt grow, A solitude almost.
Strana 171 - It was a barren scene and wild, Where naked cliffs were rudely piled, But ever and anon between Lay velvet tufts of loveliest green ; And well the lonely infant knew Recesses where the wall-flower grew, And honeysuckle loved to crawl Up the low crag and ruined wall.