The Ruminator: Containing a Series of Moral, Critical, and Sentimental Essays, Volumen 2Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1813 |
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... , and live laborious days , " too frequently sinks with our youth , and almost expires before the termination of our middle age . It has been lamented how common it is to see genius " consume itself by its own blaze . " THE RUMINATOR . 7.
... , and live laborious days , " too frequently sinks with our youth , and almost expires before the termination of our middle age . It has been lamented how common it is to see genius " consume itself by its own blaze . " THE RUMINATOR . 7.
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... common conversation , almost every educated person of ordinary abilities can easily execute . I confess my own opinion is very much the reverse : and , in truth , I should be necessitated to deem myself miserably below the usual ...
... common conversation , almost every educated person of ordinary abilities can easily execute . I confess my own opinion is very much the reverse : and , in truth , I should be necessitated to deem myself miserably below the usual ...
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... common lot ; or do the generality of educated people delude themselves with the possession of powers in which on trial they would find themselves as wanting as I have experienced myself to be ? When I look back on Addison , and Steele ...
... common lot ; or do the generality of educated people delude themselves with the possession of powers in which on trial they would find themselves as wanting as I have experienced myself to be ? When I look back on Addison , and Steele ...
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... common manner ; for a man in armour is attacking the tower of the enemy upon the steps of a scaling lad- der , and exclaiming , " Even Mars himself shall not expel me from the walls . " VOL . II . D Fourth , HIPPOMEDON . Ο σηματεργος δ ...
... common manner ; for a man in armour is attacking the tower of the enemy upon the steps of a scaling lad- der , and exclaiming , " Even Mars himself shall not expel me from the walls . " VOL . II . D Fourth , HIPPOMEDON . Ο σηματεργος δ ...
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... common charges . " " e e I take the opportunity of this note to mention a curious coat of more modern times ; no less than that of Joan of Arc . These arms , Azure , a sword in pale , the point upwards , argent crossed and pommelled ...
... common charges . " " e e I take the opportunity of this note to mention a curious coat of more modern times ; no less than that of Joan of Arc . These arms , Azure , a sword in pale , the point upwards , argent crossed and pommelled ...
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Página 163 - I never framed a wish, or formed a plan, That flattered me with hopes of earthly bliss, But there I laid the scene. There early strayed My fancy, ere yet liberty of choice Had found me, or the hope of being free. My very dreams were rural, rural too...
Página 47 - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious! But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever; Or like the borealis race That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tam maun ride; That hour, o...
Página 309 - exclaims the Lance; 'Bear me to the heart of France,' Is the longing of the Shield; Tell thy name, thou trembling field; Field of death, where'er thou be, Groan thou with our victory ! Happy day, and mighty hour...
Página 43 - FLOW gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise ; My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream. Thou stock-dove whose echo resounds thro...
Página 55 - By him lay heavy Sleep, the cousin of Death, Flat on the ground, and still as any stone, A very corpse, save yielding forth a breath : Small keep took he, whom Fortune frowned on, Or whom she lifted up into the throne Of high renown ; but, as a living death, So, dead alive, of life he drew the breath.
Página 270 - It gave me inexpressible pleasure to find myself in the midst of so noble an amphitheatre, almost encircled by the vast regions of Asia, which has ever been esteemed the nurse of sciences, the inventress of delightful and useful arts...
Página 9 - For oft the heavenly fire, that lay conceal'd Beneath the sleeping embers, mounted fast, And all its native light anew reveal'd: Oft as he travers'd the cerulean field, And mark'd the clouds that drove before the wind, Ten thousand glorious systems would he build, Ten thousand great ideas fill'd his mind; But with the clouds they fled, and left no trace behind.
Página 58 - No towns, ne realms, cities, ne strongest tower, But all, perforce, must yield unto his power. His dart, anon, out of the corpse he took, And in his hand, a dreadful sight to see...
Página 56 - His scalp all piled,1 and he with eld forelore, His wither'd fist still knocking at death's door; Fumbling, and drivelling, as he draws his breath ; For brief, the shape and messenger of Death.
Página 57 - Crookbacked he was, tooth-shaken, and blear-eyed, Went on three feet, and sometime crept on four, With old lame bones that rattled by his side, His scalp all pilled and he with eld forlore; His withered fist still knocking at Death's door, Fumbling and drivelling as he draws his breath; For brief, the shape and messenger of Death.