Literary Leaves; Or, Prose and Verse Chiefly Written in India, Volume 1W.H. Allen & Company, 1840 - English literature |
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... sense of inferiority . Some in the author see only the man , and wonder at the admira- tion of the world ; while others in the man see only the author , and cease to regard him as a social being of the same nature with themselves . An ...
... sense of inferiority . Some in the author see only the man , and wonder at the admira- tion of the world ; while others in the man see only the author , and cease to regard him as a social being of the same nature with themselves . An ...
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... sense less precious than a noble painting . A handwriting , though often in some degree characteristic of the writer's mind , can never be so essentially connected with genius as the work of a painter . с perhaps he could hardly address ...
... sense less precious than a noble painting . A handwriting , though often in some degree characteristic of the writer's mind , can never be so essentially connected with genius as the work of a painter . с perhaps he could hardly address ...
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... sense of the majesty of human nature ; but there is something far less earthly and more intimately allied to our holiest imaginings in the purity of a child . It satisfies the most delicate fancy and the severest judgment . Its happy ...
... sense of the majesty of human nature ; but there is something far less earthly and more intimately allied to our holiest imaginings in the purity of a child . It satisfies the most delicate fancy and the severest judgment . Its happy ...
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... sense of unequivocal enjoyment . He is not what cold age would make him , nothing , if not critical . " To him the rise of the green curtain at the theatre reveals a real world . He has ever a tear for the distresses of the heroine ...
... sense of unequivocal enjoyment . He is not what cold age would make him , nothing , if not critical . " To him the rise of the green curtain at the theatre reveals a real world . He has ever a tear for the distresses of the heroine ...
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... sense , marriage is especially advantageous . ' Certainly , ' says Lord Bacon , wife and children are a kind of discipline of humanity ; and single men , though they may be many times more charitable , because their means are less ...
... sense , marriage is especially advantageous . ' Certainly , ' says Lord Bacon , wife and children are a kind of discipline of humanity ; and single men , though they may be many times more charitable , because their means are less ...
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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...