The Spirit of the Age Or Contemporary Portraits, Band 2Colburn, 1825 - 424 Seiten |
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... , his dress , and his manner , intent only on his grand theme of UTILITY —or pausing , perhaps , for want of breath and with lack - lustre eye to point out to the stranger a stone in the wall at the end of his garden ( JEREMY BENTHAM .
... , his dress , and his manner , intent only on his grand theme of UTILITY —or pausing , perhaps , for want of breath and with lack - lustre eye to point out to the stranger a stone in the wall at the end of his garden ( JEREMY BENTHAM .
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... perhaps , over - rates the importance of his own theories . He has been heard to say ( with- out any appearance of pride or affectation ) that " he should like to live the remaining years of his life , a year at a time at the end of the ...
... perhaps , over - rates the importance of his own theories . He has been heard to say ( with- out any appearance of pride or affectation ) that " he should like to live the remaining years of his life , a year at a time at the end of the ...
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... Perhaps the weak side of his conclu- sions also is , that he has carried this single view of his subject too far , and not made sufficient allowance for the varieties of human nature , and the caprices and irregularities of the human ...
... Perhaps the weak side of his conclu- sions also is , that he has carried this single view of his subject too far , and not made sufficient allowance for the varieties of human nature , and the caprices and irregularities of the human ...
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... Perhaps the Ordinary of New- gate bids as fair for this office as any one . What should Mr. Bentham , sitting at ease in his arm - chair , composing his mind before he begins to write by a prelude on the organ , and looking out at a ...
... Perhaps the Ordinary of New- gate bids as fair for this office as any one . What should Mr. Bentham , sitting at ease in his arm - chair , composing his mind before he begins to write by a prelude on the organ , and looking out at a ...
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... perhaps more powerful motives of action into harmony with it , it will not admit of a doubt that we advance to the goal of perfection , and answer the ends of our creation , those ends which not only morality enjoins , but which ...
... perhaps more powerful motives of action into harmony with it , it will not admit of a doubt that we advance to the goal of perfection , and answer the ends of our creation , those ends which not only morality enjoins , but which ...
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admiration affectation argument beauty Ben Jonson Bentham breath Caleb Williams candour character Cobbett Coleridge common common-place critic delight Edinburgh Review eloquence equally fancy feelings flowers friends genius give Godwin grace ground habit hand heart Heaven honour House human idle imagination intellect Irving JEREMY BENTHAM less liberty light live look Lord Byron LORD ELDON Lyrical Ballads Malthus manner means ment mind modern moral Muse nature ness never object opinion pain passion perhaps person philosopher poem poet poetical poetry political popular prejudices pretensions pride principle quaint question racter reader reason Review Scotch sense sentiment servility Sir Francis Burdett Sir James Mackintosh Sir Walter Sir Walter Scott sort Southey speak spirit spleen striking style talent taste thing thought tion tone Tooke truth turn vanity verse virtue Whig wild word writings
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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.