The Spirit of the Age Or Contemporary Portraits, Band 2Colburn, 1825 - 424 Seiten |
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... genius , than any one who has given such decided and ample proofs of it . He is ready only on reflection : dangerous only at the rebound . He gathers himself up , and strains every nerve and faculty with deliberate aim to some heroic ...
... genius , than any one who has given such decided and ample proofs of it . He is ready only on reflection : dangerous only at the rebound . He gathers himself up , and strains every nerve and faculty with deliberate aim to some heroic ...
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... the subject was of Love . Of all these our author is the only one remaining . Frail tenure , on which human life and genius are lent us for a while to improve or to enjoy ! MR . COLERIDGE . MR . COLERIDGE . on . WILLIAM GODWIN . 53.
... the subject was of Love . Of all these our author is the only one remaining . Frail tenure , on which human life and genius are lent us for a while to improve or to enjoy ! MR . COLERIDGE . MR . COLERIDGE . on . WILLIAM GODWIN . 53.
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... genius , in whose praise he descants , but the critic seems to stand above the author , and " what in him is weak , to strengthen , what is low , to raise and support : " nor is there any work of genius that does not come out of his ...
... genius , in whose praise he descants , but the critic seems to stand above the author , and " what in him is weak , to strengthen , what is low , to raise and support : " nor is there any work of genius that does not come out of his ...
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... Genius ! " - What is become of all this mighty heap of hope , of thought , of learning , and humanity ? It has ended in swal- lowing doses of oblivion and in writing paragraphs in the Courier . - Such and so little is MR . COLERIDGE . 67.
... Genius ! " - What is become of all this mighty heap of hope , of thought , of learning , and humanity ? It has ended in swal- lowing doses of oblivion and in writing paragraphs in the Courier . - Such and so little is MR . COLERIDGE . 67.
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... genius in an age , when in the unequal contest with sovereign wrong , every man is ground to powder who is not either a born slave , or who does not willingly and at once offer up the yearnings of humanity and the dictates of reason as ...
... genius in an age , when in the unequal contest with sovereign wrong , every man is ground to powder who is not either a born slave , or who does not willingly and at once offer up the yearnings of humanity and the dictates of reason as ...
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Seite 363 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds rolling dun, Where furious Frank, and fiery Hun, Shout in their sulph'rous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry ! Few, few, shall part where many meet ! The snow shall be their winding-sheet, And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.
Seite 143 - Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much; Who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind.
Seite 362 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Seite 58 - That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct As water is in water.
Seite 398 - High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin, That all with one consent praise new-born gawds, Though they are made and moulded of things past, And give to dust that is a little gilt More laud than gilt o'er-dusted.
Seite 262 - Out went the taper as she hurried in ; Its little smoke, in pallid moonshine, died: She closed the door, she panted, all akin To spirits of the air, and visions wide : No uttered syllable, or, woe betide...
Seite 70 - Diminished shrunk from the more withering scene ! Ah Bard tremendous in sublimity ! Could I behold thee in thy loftier mood Wandering at eve with finely frenzied eye Beneath some vast old tempest-swinging wood ! Awhile with mute awe gazing I would brood : Then weep aloud in a wild ecstasy ! LINES COMPOSED WHILE CLIMBING THE LEFT ASCENT OF BROCKLEY COOMB, SOMERSETSHIRE, MAY, 1795.
Seite 382 - Now, upon SYRIA'S land of roses Softly the light of eve reposes, And, like a glory, the broad sun Hangs over sainted LEBANON ; Whose head in wintry grandeur towers, And whitens with eternal sleet, While summer, in a vale of flowers, Is sleeping rosy at his feet.
Seite 191 - The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself; * Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like the baseless fabric of a vision, Leave not a wreck behind.
Seite 262 - But to her heart, her heart was voluble, Paining with eloquence her balmy side; As though a tongueless nightingale should swell Her throat in vain, and die, heart-stifled, in her dell.