Literary Leaves, 1. ciltThacker & Company, 1840 |
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... SEEM TO YOU AS THE RENEWAL OF A PER- SONAL INTERCOURSE WITH THE WRITER , AND THAT , WITH ALL YOUR NATURAL GIFTS AND ELEGANT ACCOMPLISHMENTS , YOU WILL DERIVE SOME LITTLE PLEASURE FROM HIS HUMBLE LABOURS , IS A GRATIFICATION THAT MAY ...
... SEEM TO YOU AS THE RENEWAL OF A PER- SONAL INTERCOURSE WITH THE WRITER , AND THAT , WITH ALL YOUR NATURAL GIFTS AND ELEGANT ACCOMPLISHMENTS , YOU WILL DERIVE SOME LITTLE PLEASURE FROM HIS HUMBLE LABOURS , IS A GRATIFICATION THAT MAY ...
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... labours of the artisan , and is utterly inconsistent with tranquillity of mind . It induces an internal fever , and a glorious but fatal delirium . The seduc- tive eloquence of Rousseau seems to gush from his heart 4 ON LITERARY FAME.
... labours of the artisan , and is utterly inconsistent with tranquillity of mind . It induces an internal fever , and a glorious but fatal delirium . The seduc- tive eloquence of Rousseau seems to gush from his heart 4 ON LITERARY FAME.
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David Lester Richardson. tive eloquence of Rousseau seems to gush from his heart like the sweet gum from a wounded tree . In the highly interesting pages of the elder D'Israeli , amongst many other illustrative anecdotes of a similar ...
David Lester Richardson. tive eloquence of Rousseau seems to gush from his heart like the sweet gum from a wounded tree . In the highly interesting pages of the elder D'Israeli , amongst many other illustrative anecdotes of a similar ...
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... seems to dwarf the spirit . We see the soul dimly through so gross a medium . Authors , unlike other objects , grow larger as they recede into the distance ; and their knowledge of human nature ought to suggest to them the imprudence of ...
... seems to dwarf the spirit . We see the soul dimly through so gross a medium . Authors , unlike other objects , grow larger as they recede into the distance ; and their knowledge of human nature ought to suggest to them the imprudence of ...
Sayfa 14
... seems as prosaic as the coarsest utilitarian , and the man of letters has no more influence than the merchant's clerk . It is imagined by some , that the lover of fame is so voracious of praise , that he is indifferent to its quality ...
... seems as prosaic as the coarsest utilitarian , and the man of letters has no more influence than the merchant's clerk . It is imagined by some , that the lover of fame is so voracious of praise , that he is indifferent to its quality ...
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admiration amongst Anna Seward Atossa beauty Bolingbroke breast breath bright calm Chalkhill character Charlotte Smith charm cheerful Clearchus clouds conversation critics D'Israeli dear death delightful dreams Dryden Duchess of Marlborough E'en effect egotism egotist Essay Essay on Criticism external face fair fame fancy feeling friendship genius gleam glorious glory happy harmony hath heart hope Horace Walpole human intellectual John Chalkhill Johnson labour Leigh Hunt less light lines literary look Lord Bolingbroke Lord Byron Marchmont memory Milton mind Montaigne nature never o'er observed once passage passion perhaps persons Petrarch physiognomy pleasure poem poet poet's poetical poetry Pope Pope's praise prose reader remarks says scene seems Shakspeare silent smile sonnet soul sound speak spirit stanza style sweet talk taste tender thine thing thou thought tion truth verse voice Warton weary words writers
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Sayfa 280 - 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.
Sayfa 129 - 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.
Sayfa 332 - 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...
Sayfa 99 - With many a weary step, and many a groan, Up the high hill he heaves a huge round stone; The huge round stone, resulting with a bound, Thunders impetuous down, and smokes along the ground.
Sayfa 91 - 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...
Sayfa 97 - 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!
Sayfa 202 - 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.
Sayfa 203 - I trust hereby to make it manifest with what small willingness I endure to interrupt the pursuit of no less hopes than these, and leave a calm and pleasing solitariness, fed with cheerful and confident thoughts, to embark in a troubled sea of noises and hoarse disputes, put from beholding the bright countenance of truth in the quiet and still air of delightful studies...
Sayfa 93 - 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.
Sayfa 97 - 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...