Table-talk; or, Original essays, Zväzok 2H. Colburn, 1824 |
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... hand , and Diana in the clouds greeting him . He stalks along , a giant upon earth , and reels and fal- ters in his gait , as if just awaked out of sleep , or uncertain of his way ; -you see his blind- ness , though his back is turned ...
... hand , and Diana in the clouds greeting him . He stalks along , a giant upon earth , and reels and fal- ters in his gait , as if just awaked out of sleep , or uncertain of his way ; -you see his blind- ness , though his back is turned ...
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... hand . In Nicholas Poussin , on the contrary , every thing seems to have a distinct understanding with the artist : " the very stones prate of their whereabout : " each object has its part and place assigned , and is in a sort of ...
... hand . In Nicholas Poussin , on the contrary , every thing seems to have a distinct understanding with the artist : " the very stones prate of their whereabout : " each object has its part and place assigned , and is in a sort of ...
Strana 11
... hand . His grotesque compositions in particular , his Nymphs and Fauns , are superior ( at least , as far as style is concerned ) even to those of Rubens . They are taken more immediately out of fa- bulous history . Rubens's Satyrs and ...
... hand . His grotesque compositions in particular , his Nymphs and Fauns , are superior ( at least , as far as style is concerned ) even to those of Rubens . They are taken more immediately out of fa- bulous history . Rubens's Satyrs and ...
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... the great garner of art , by the same immortal hands- Old GENIUS the porter of them was ; He letteth in , he letteth out to wend.- Their works seem endless as their reputation- to be many 14 ON A LANDSCAPE OF NICOLAS POUSSIN .
... the great garner of art , by the same immortal hands- Old GENIUS the porter of them was ; He letteth in , he letteth out to wend.- Their works seem endless as their reputation- to be many 14 ON A LANDSCAPE OF NICOLAS POUSSIN .
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... hand he presses . The Sonnets are a kind of pensive record of past achievements , loves , and friendships , and a noble exhortation to himself to bear up with cheerful hope and confidence to the last . Some of them are of a more quaint ...
... hand he presses . The Sonnets are a kind of pensive record of past achievements , loves , and friendships , and a noble exhortation to himself to bear up with cheerful hope and confidence to the last . Some of them are of a more quaint ...
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Strana 29 - Purification in the old law did save, And such, as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind. Her face was...
Strana 26 - 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 ploughed...
Strana 225 - DUKE'S PALACE. [Enter DUKE, CURIO, LORDS; MUSICIANS attending.] DUKE. If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Strana 62 - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid ! Heard words that have been So nimble, and so full of subtle flame, As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life ; then when there hath been thrown Wit able enough to justify the town For three days past ; wit that might warrant be For the whole City to talk foolishly Till that were cancell'd ; and when that was gone, We left an air behind us, which alone...
Strana 21 - 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...
Strana 27 - AVENGE, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold ; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones...
Strana 27 - O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple Tyrant ; that from these may grow A hundredfold, who, having learnt thy way, Early may fly the Babylonian woe.
Strana 29 - The lily and rose, that neither sowed nor spun. What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice, Of Attic taste, with wine, whence we may rise To hear the lute well touched, or artful voice Warble immortal notes and Tuscan air? He who of those delights can judge, and spare To interpose them oft, is not unwise.
Strana 43 - The incognito of an inn is one of its striking privileges — " lord of one's-self, uncumber'd with a name." Oh ! it is great to shake off the trammels of the world and of public opinion — to lose our importunate, tormenting, everlasting personal identity in the elements of nature...
Strana 52 - ... to the facilities of conversation in those who had been abroad. In fact, the time we have spent there is both delightful, and in one sense instructive; but it appears to be cut out of our substantial, downright existence, and never to join kindly on to it. We are not the same, but another, and perhaps more enviable individual, all the time we are out of our own country. We are lost to ourselves, as well as our friends. So the poet somewhat quaintly sings: Out of my country and myself I go.