Imaginary Conversations of Literary Men and Statesmen, Volume 1Taylor and Hessey, 1824 - Imaginary conversations |
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... them . I debark on Sicily . I place my hand upon the throne of Tancred , and fix it . I sail again , and within a day or two behold , as the sun is setting , the solitary majesty of Crete , mother of a religion THE ABBOT OF BOXLEY . 9.
... them . I debark on Sicily . I place my hand upon the throne of Tancred , and fix it . I sail again , and within a day or two behold , as the sun is setting , the solitary majesty of Crete , mother of a religion THE ABBOT OF BOXLEY . 9.
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... hand , as if their veins were filled with such a fluid as ours . faction in God's creatures ! What a hum of satis- How is it , Sidney , the smallest do seem the happiest ? SIDNEY . Compensation for their weaknesses and their fears ...
... hand , as if their veins were filled with such a fluid as ours . faction in God's creatures ! What a hum of satis- How is it , Sidney , the smallest do seem the happiest ? SIDNEY . Compensation for their weaknesses and their fears ...
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... hands hanging down motionless and our pockets turned inside - out . Let us congratulate our coun- try on her freedom from debt , and on the economy and disinterestedness of her administrators ; men altogether of eminent worth , afraid ...
... hands hanging down motionless and our pockets turned inside - out . Let us congratulate our coun- try on her freedom from debt , and on the economy and disinterestedness of her administrators ; men altogether of eminent worth , afraid ...
Page 69
... hand that hath ever raised up the unfortunate . PHOCION . I know not , Æschines , to what your discourse would tend . ESCHINES . Yesterday , when the malice of Demosthenes would have turned against me the vengeance of the people , by ...
... hand that hath ever raised up the unfortunate . PHOCION . I know not , Æschines , to what your discourse would tend . ESCHINES . Yesterday , when the malice of Demosthenes would have turned against me the vengeance of the people , by ...
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... neither dignity nor grace : but how often has he stricken you dumb with his irony ! how often has he tossed you from one hand to the other with his interrogatories ! What harmony of periods , what choice AND PHOCION . 79.
... neither dignity nor grace : but how often has he stricken you dumb with his irony ! how often has he tossed you from one hand to the other with his interrogatories ! What harmony of periods , what choice AND PHOCION . 79.
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Abbé Delille ABBOT admirably ALEXANDER amongst appears army Austria beautiful better Boileau Bonaparte called CAPO D'ISTRIA CASAUBON character church contempt CONVERSATION creature CROMWEL DELILLE DEMOSTHENES Du Paty emperor enemy England English equal ESCHINES EUBULIDES Euripides Europe expression faith father favour foren France French genius glory greater Greek hands happy Harbottle Hardcastle hath heard heart Henry Henry IV honour ISAAC CASAUBON Italian Italy jesuit judge king Kleber KOSCIUSKO LANDOR language laws LEOPOLD less MAGLIABECHI Majesty marchese ment MIDDLETON mind moral Muretus nation ness never NOBLE observed offence palace PALLAVICINI Paty perhaps PHOCION Pindar Plato poet poetry PONIATOWSKI pope PORSON PRESIDENT priest princes punishment Pythagoras racter reason religion remark Roman saint Saladin satire shew SIDNEY soldiers SOUTHEY sovran spirit thee thing thou tion turn Tuscany verse Virgil Voltaire WALTER LANDOR words writer young
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Page 51 - He spake of love, such love as spirits feel In worlds whose course is equable and pure ; No fears to beat away, no strife to heal, The past unsighed for, and the future sure...
Page 242 - What your father and your grandfather used as an elegance in conversation, is now abandoned to the populace, and every day we miss a little of our own, and collect a little from strangers : this prepares us for a more intimate union with them, in which we merge at last altogether. Every good writer has much idiom ; it is the life and spirit of language...
Page 297 - Gul in her bloom? Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit, And the voice of the nightingale never is mute, Where the tints of the earth, and the hues of the sky, In colour though varied, in beauty may vie...
Page 26 - How many, who have abandoned for public life the studies of philosophy and poetry, may be compared to brooks and rivers, which in the beginning of their course have assuaged our thirst, and have invited us to tranquillity by their bright resemblance of it, and which afterward partake the nature of that vast body whereinto they run, its dreariness, its bitterness, its foam, its storms, its everlasting noise and commotion...
Page 282 - Fendent les flots tremblants sous un si noble poids. Louis, les animant du feu de son courage, Se plaint de sa grandeur qui l'attache au rivage.
Page 152 - His Majesty the Emperor of the French, King of Italy, Protector of the confederation of the Rhine, and Mediator of Switzerland, was graciously pleased to make the following reply.
Page 162 - ... man, that irregularity is no indication of genius, he began to lose ground rapidly, when on a sudden he cried out at the Haymarket, There is no God\ It was then surmised more generally and more gravely that there was something in him, and he stood upon his legs almost to the last. Say what you will, once whispered a friend of mine, there are things in him strong as poison, and original as sin.
Page 271 - L'honneur est comme une île escarpée et sans bords : On n'y peut plus rentrer dès qu'on en est dehors.
Page 190 - ... is hoped she will have interest enough to stop enquiry, and will have received no other harm than a few such circuitous lines as designate the latitudes on a globe, and the name, partly derived from her native place, and partly from her recent misfortune, of La Nereide Frustata ... the whipt Nereid. Nicknames and whippings, when they are once laid on, no one has discovered how to take off.
Page 87 - When, springing from the turf where youth reposed, We find but deserts in the far-sought shore ; When the huge book of Faery-land lies closed, And those strong brazen clasps will yield no more.