The Ruminator: Containing a Series of Moral, Critical, and Sentimental Essays, Volumen 2Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1813 |
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... equally natural ? Do they seem equally to breathe the freshness and vigour of original feeling ? And is the association such as equally to command the sympathy of the reader ? -Is it in sentiment ? Perhaps few among her rivals exhibit ...
... equally natural ? Do they seem equally to breathe the freshness and vigour of original feeling ? And is the association such as equally to command the sympathy of the reader ? -Is it in sentiment ? Perhaps few among her rivals exhibit ...
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... equally King Croesus ' pomp , and Irus ' poverty . And next in order sad OLD AGE we found : His beard all hoar , his eyes hollow and blind , With drooping cheer still poring on the ground , As on the place where Nature him assign'd To ...
... equally King Croesus ' pomp , and Irus ' poverty . And next in order sad OLD AGE we found : His beard all hoar , his eyes hollow and blind , With drooping cheer still poring on the ground , As on the place where Nature him assign'd To ...
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... equally certain that the word so under- stood is very often most grossly misdirected . This blame is often thrown upon volumes where new results arise from the new position of the matter ; where research has been exercised in bringing ...
... equally certain that the word so under- stood is very often most grossly misdirected . This blame is often thrown upon volumes where new results arise from the new position of the matter ; where research has been exercised in bringing ...
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... equally true that men of the greatest genius , who deserve the highest fame , have frequently no other reward , than the well - founded confidence that Time will do them that justice , which is refused them by their cotemporaries . I am ...
... equally true that men of the greatest genius , who deserve the highest fame , have frequently no other reward , than the well - founded confidence that Time will do them that justice , which is refused them by their cotemporaries . I am ...
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... , which is justly won , these observations are not equally appli- cable to every different kind . Of a warrior the fame in some degree surrounds him ; accompanies his footsteps ; precedes his march ; and follows at THE RUMINATOR . 69.
... , which is justly won , these observations are not equally appli- cable to every different kind . Of a warrior the fame in some degree surrounds him ; accompanies his footsteps ; precedes his march ; and follows at THE RUMINATOR . 69.
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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.