The Idler in Italy, Band 1H. Colburn, 1839 |
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... pointed Poor enthusiast ! her courage deserved a out to us . better fate ! Who could pass through Rouen without remem- bering that it gave birth to Corneille ? Glorious pri- vilege of genius , which can render a name deathless , and ...
... pointed Poor enthusiast ! her courage deserved a out to us . better fate ! Who could pass through Rouen without remem- bering that it gave birth to Corneille ? Glorious pri- vilege of genius , which can render a name deathless , and ...
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... pointing to the Henriade . Voltaire is surrounded by the Muses and Graces . The charac- ters in the Henriade are also presented , and the au- thors who attacked him are pourtrayed as falling into the gulf which yawns to receive them ...
... pointing to the Henriade . Voltaire is surrounded by the Muses and Graces . The charac- ters in the Henriade are also presented , and the au- thors who attacked him are pourtrayed as falling into the gulf which yawns to receive them ...
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... pointed steeples , seen rising through the trees ; -these form a landscape whose beauties must be felt , but never can be described . The tomb bears an inscription from Gess- ner's beautiful and pathetic " Death of Abel . " Had this ...
... pointed steeples , seen rising through the trees ; -these form a landscape whose beauties must be felt , but never can be described . The tomb bears an inscription from Gess- ner's beautiful and pathetic " Death of Abel . " Had this ...
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... pointed out in the course of the examination , and , ludicrous as was the exhibition , it left the impression on my mind , that some judgment of the individual character might be deduced from the head , hands , and feet , though not at ...
... pointed out in the course of the examination , and , ludicrous as was the exhibition , it left the impression on my mind , that some judgment of the individual character might be deduced from the head , hands , and feet , though not at ...
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... pointed out to us La Villa Diodati , at Co- ligny , where Byron resided ; and the house in which Shelley dwelt . To - morrow we leave Geneva . I shall quit it with regret ; for , independently of the many attractions its beautiful lake ...
... pointed out to us La Villa Diodati , at Co- ligny , where Byron resided ; and the house in which Shelley dwelt . To - morrow we leave Geneva . I shall quit it with regret ; for , independently of the many attractions its beautiful lake ...
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Seite 28 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony ; And his droop'd head sinks gradually low ; And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder shower ; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
Seite 49 - After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent.
Seite 49 - It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June 1787, between the hours of 11 and 12, that I wrote the last lines of the last page in a summer-house in my garden. After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains.
Seite 28 - He reck'd not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother— he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday— All this rush'd with his blood— Shall he expire And unavenged?
Seite 28 - He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away. He reck'd not of the life he lost, nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother — he their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday.
Seite 31 - The learned SMELFUNGUS travelled from Boulogne to Paris from Paris to Rome and so on but he set out with the spleen and jaundice, and every object he pass'd by was discoloured or distorted He wrote an account of them, but 'twas nothing but the account of his miserable feelings.
Seite 288 - Why do those cliffs of shadowy tint appear More sweet than all the landscape smiling near ?Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, And robes the mountain in its azure hue.
Seite 49 - I took several turns in a berceau or covered walk of acacias which commands a prospect of the country, the lake and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene: the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all Nature was silent. I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on the recovery of my freedom, and perhaps the establishment of my fame. But my pride was soon humbled, and a sober melancholy was spread over my mind by the idea that I had taken my everlasting...
Seite 139 - La vita fugge e non s' arresta un' ora; E la morte vien dietro a gran giornate; E le cose presenti e le passate Mi danno guerra, e le future ancora; E '1 rimembrar e 1' aspettar m' accora Or quinci or quindi sì, che 'n veritate, Se non eh' i' ho di me stesso pietate, I' sarei già di questi pensier fora.
Seite 286 - Byron requested to be presented to me ; which led to Lord Blessington's avowing that I was in the carriage at the gate, with my sister. Byron immediately hurried out into the court, and I, who heard the sound of steps, looked through the gate, and beheld him approaching quickly towards the carriage without his hat, and considerably in advance of the other two gentlemen.