Contributions to the Edinburgh ReviewD. Appleton and Company, 1873 - 762 páginas |
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... perhaps to the objects of other senses ; nay , that in all languages and in all nations , it is not supposed to reside ex- clusively in material objects , but to belong also to sentiments and ideas , and intellectual Not only is a tree ...
... perhaps to the objects of other senses ; nay , that in all languages and in all nations , it is not supposed to reside ex- clusively in material objects , but to belong also to sentiments and ideas , and intellectual Not only is a tree ...
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... perhaps of the human figure exclu - and general proposition of those things being sively . In these forms , it is quite true that beautiful which are neither too big nor too lit great and monstrous deviations from the usual tle , too ...
... perhaps of the human figure exclu - and general proposition of those things being sively . In these forms , it is quite true that beautiful which are neither too big nor too lit great and monstrous deviations from the usual tle , too ...
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... perhaps altogether unwise or unpardonable in already endeavoured , on more than one oc- them to accommodate themselves to the taste casion , to explain the grounds of this con- which was there established . nection . But our second ...
... perhaps altogether unwise or unpardonable in already endeavoured , on more than one oc- them to accommodate themselves to the taste casion , to explain the grounds of this con- which was there established . nection . But our second ...
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... perhaps the most mi- -nor understood , if we leave any thing un- raculous of all his representations , are those told : -an excess of diffuseness and labour in which he has pourtrayed the wanderings which could never be endured out of ...
... perhaps the most mi- -nor understood , if we leave any thing un- raculous of all his representations , are those told : -an excess of diffuseness and labour in which he has pourtrayed the wanderings which could never be endured out of ...
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... perhaps , of all philosophers . He never loses sight of common sense in any of his speculations ; and when his philosophy does not consist entirely in its fair and vigorous application , it is always regulated and con- trolled by it in ...
... perhaps , of all philosophers . He never loses sight of common sense in any of his speculations ; and when his philosophy does not consist entirely in its fair and vigorous application , it is always regulated and con- trolled by it in ...
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Página 319 - Give me my Romeo, and when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish Sun.
Página 345 - And decks the lily fair in flow'ry pride, Would, in the way His wisdom sees the best, For them and for their little ones provide; But, chiefly, in their hearts with Grace Divine preside.
Página 381 - His back against a rock he bore, And firmly placed his foot before : — " Come one, come all ! this rock shall fly From its firm base as soon as I...
Página 317 - This was the noblest Roman of them all : All the conspirators, save only he, Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; He only, in a general honest thought, And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle; and the elements So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, This was a man!
Página 318 - For time is like a fashionable host, That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps in the comer: welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing.
Página 157 - His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men.
Página 337 - I do bear This punishment for both — that thou wilt be One of the blessed— and that I shall die ; For hitherto all hateful things conspire To bind me In existence — in a life Which makes me shrink from immortality — A future like the past. I cannot rest I know not what I ask, nor what I seek : I feel but what thou art — and what I am ; And I would hear yet once before I perish The voice which was my music...
Página 357 - Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow, — When the fiery fight is heard no more, And the storm has ceased to blow.
Página 318 - For honour travels in a strait so narrow, Where one but goes abreast : keep then the path ; For emulation hath a thousand sons That one by one pursue : if you give way, Or hedge aside from the direct forthright, Like to an enter'd tide they all rush by And leave you hindmost...
Página 335 - The future, till the past be gulfd in darkness, It is not of my search. — My mother Earth ! And thou fresh breaking Day, and you, ye Mountains, Why are ye beautiful ? I cannot love ye. And thou, the bright eye of the universe, That openest over all, and unto all Art a delight — thou shin'st not on my heart.