The Spirit of the Age: Or, Contemporary Portraits, Bände 1-2Galignani, 1825 |
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... hand basins . The solemn hero of tragedy plays Scrub in the farce . This is 66 very tolerable and not to be endured ... hands . have wrought ; and raises our hopes and our belief in goodness to Heaven only to dash them to the earth again ...
... hand basins . The solemn hero of tragedy plays Scrub in the farce . This is 66 very tolerable and not to be endured ... hands . have wrought ; and raises our hopes and our belief in goodness to Heaven only to dash them to the earth again ...
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... hand of a description of the Mil- lennium , unless he could lay the scene in Scot- land five hundred years ago , and then he would want facts and worm - eaten parchments to sup- port his drooping style . Our historical no- velist firmly ...
... hand of a description of the Mil- lennium , unless he could lay the scene in Scot- land five hundred years ago , and then he would want facts and worm - eaten parchments to sup- port his drooping style . Our historical no- velist firmly ...
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... local traditions and obsolete costume . We see grim knights and iron armour ; but then they are * Just as Cobbett is a matter - of - fact reasoner . woven in silk with a careless , delicate hand , SIR WALTER SCOTT . 33.
... local traditions and obsolete costume . We see grim knights and iron armour ; but then they are * Just as Cobbett is a matter - of - fact reasoner . woven in silk with a careless , delicate hand , SIR WALTER SCOTT . 33.
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Or, Contemporary Portraits William Hazlitt. woven in silk with a careless , delicate hand , and have the softness of flowers . The poet's figures might be compared to old tapestries copied on the finest velvet : -they are not like ...
Or, Contemporary Portraits William Hazlitt. woven in silk with a careless , delicate hand , and have the softness of flowers . The poet's figures might be compared to old tapestries copied on the finest velvet : -they are not like ...
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... the Tale of a Tub ) all the ornaments of fine writing and worn - out sentimentality . All is fresh , as from the hand of nature : by going a century or two --- back and laying the scene in a remote and 36 THE SPIRIT OF THE AGE .
... the Tale of a Tub ) all the ornaments of fine writing and worn - out sentimentality . All is fresh , as from the hand of nature : by going a century or two --- back and laying the scene in a remote and 36 THE SPIRIT OF THE AGE .
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Seite 134 - 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 135 - 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. 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 53 - 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 114 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint: She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven: Porphyro grew faint: She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Seite 59 - That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct As water is in water.
Seite 114 - Of fruits, and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device, Innumerable of stains and splendid dyes, As are the tiger-moth's deep-damask'd wings; And in the midst, 'mong thousand heraldries, And twilight saints, and dim emblazonings, A shielded scutcheon blush'd with blood of queens and kings.
Seite 73 - I behold thee in thy loftier mood, Wand'ring 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.
Seite 114 - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in seaweed, 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 146 - When tides were neap, and, in the sultry day, Through the tall bounding mud-banks made their way, Which on each side rose swelling, and below The dark warm flood ran silently and slow; There anchoring, Peter chose from man to hide, There hang his head, and view the lazy tide In its hot slimy channel slowly glide...
Seite 104 - 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.