“The” Spirit of the Age, Or Contemporary PortraitsGalignani, 1825 |
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... kind ; but stands alone , without mate or fellow- " As if a man were author of himself , And owned no other kin . " He is like a solitary peak , all access to which is cut off not more by elevation than distance . He is seated on a ...
... kind ; but stands alone , without mate or fellow- " As if a man were author of himself , And owned no other kin . " He is like a solitary peak , all access to which is cut off not more by elevation than distance . He is seated on a ...
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... kind . It abounded in vivid descriptions , in spirited action , in smooth and flowing versification . But it wanted character . It was poetry " of no mark or likelihood . " It slid out of the mind as soon as read , like a river ; and ...
... kind . It abounded in vivid descriptions , in spirited action , in smooth and flowing versification . But it wanted character . It was poetry " of no mark or likelihood . " It slid out of the mind as soon as read , like a river ; and ...
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... kind . It abounded in vivid descriptions , in spirited action , in smooth and flowing versification . But it wanted character . It was poetry " of no mark or likelihood . " It slid out of the mind as soon as read , like a river ; and ...
... kind . It abounded in vivid descriptions , in spirited action , in smooth and flowing versification . But it wanted character . It was poetry " of no mark or likelihood . " It slid out of the mind as soon as read , like a river ; and ...
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... kind ? " And we answer- " Yes ! " Every foot of soil is with us worked up : nearly every movement of the social machine is calculable . We have no room left for violent catastrophes ; for grotesque quaintnesses : for wizard spells . The ...
... kind ? " And we answer- " Yes ! " Every foot of soil is with us worked up : nearly every movement of the social machine is calculable . We have no room left for violent catastrophes ; for grotesque quaintnesses : for wizard spells . The ...
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... kind - hearted , whim- sical , pedantic ; and Flora Mac Ivor ( whom even we forgive for her Jacobitism ) , the fierce Vich Ian Vohr , and Evan Dhu , constant in death , and Davie Gellatly roasting his eggs or turning his rhymes with ...
... kind - hearted , whim- sical , pedantic ; and Flora Mac Ivor ( whom even we forgive for her Jacobitism ) , the fierce Vich Ian Vohr , and Evan Dhu , constant in death , and Davie Gellatly roasting his eggs or turning his rhymes with ...
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Seite 146 - He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument.
Seite 116 - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in sea-weed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees, In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.
Seite 137 - Far flashed the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stained snow, And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 'Tis morn ; but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy.
Seite 57 - Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he?
Seite 116 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast...
Seite 106 - 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 108 - It is the first mild day of March: Each minute sweeter than before, The red-breast sings from the tall larch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the bare trees, and mountains bare, And grass in the green field.
Seite 115 - 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 136 - 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 119 - I WISH I was where Anna lies, For I am sick of lingering here ; And every hour, affection cries, Go and partake her humble bier. I wish I could ! for when she died, I lost my all ; and life has proved, Since that sad hour, a dreary void, A waste unlovely, and unloved.