Literary Leaves; Or, Prose and Verse Chiefly Written in India, Volume 1W.H. Allen & Company, 1840 - English literature |
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... observed , that our very greatest wits have not been men of a gay and vivacious disposition . Of Butler's private history , nothing remains but the record of his miseries , and Swift was never known to smile . " Lord Byron , who was ...
... observed , that our very greatest wits have not been men of a gay and vivacious disposition . Of Butler's private history , nothing remains but the record of his miseries , and Swift was never known to smile . " Lord Byron , who was ...
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... observe , that if an author be more loved in his private circle than by the world , he is also less admired . The friends and associates of a man of genius are generally amongst the last to discover his intellectual greatness , and are ...
... observe , that if an author be more loved in his private circle than by the world , he is also less admired . The friends and associates of a man of genius are generally amongst the last to discover his intellectual greatness , and are ...
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... observed , the disrespect to his person is transferred to his productions . In a vast city like that of London , the humblest literary man may acquire more real fame , however limited , than can be obtain- ed in Calcutta by the most ...
... observed , the disrespect to his person is transferred to his productions . In a vast city like that of London , the humblest literary man may acquire more real fame , however limited , than can be obtain- ed in Calcutta by the most ...
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... observe that true genius is very rarely the accompaniment of self - conceit , and that in all human arts the attainment of excellence is the result of a happy combination of skill and labour . Extreme facility ís , generally speaking ...
... observe that true genius is very rarely the accompaniment of self - conceit , and that in all human arts the attainment of excellence is the result of a happy combination of skill and labour . Extreme facility ís , generally speaking ...
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... observed , that nothing is such an obsta- cle to the production of excellence as the power of producing what is pretty good with ease and rapidity . " His Rousseau has described " the ceaseless inquietude , " with which he attained the ...
... observed , that nothing is such an obsta- cle to the production of excellence as the power of producing what is pretty good with ease and rapidity . " His Rousseau has described " the ceaseless inquietude , " with which he attained the ...
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Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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!
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 147 - Neither a borrower nor a lender be ; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
Page 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...