Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volumen 57William Blackwood, 1845 |
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... thought , and in sway over the reflecting world , the influence of DANTE has not been almost as consi- derable . Little more than five hun- dred years , indeed , have elapsed not a sixth of the thirty centuries which have tested the ...
... thought , and in sway over the reflecting world , the influence of DANTE has not been almost as consi- derable . Little more than five hun- dred years , indeed , have elapsed not a sixth of the thirty centuries which have tested the ...
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... thought of his translation of the Iliad , the scholar replied , “ You have written a pretty book , Mr Pope ; but you must not call it Homer . ' Bentley was right . With all its pomp of language and melody of versifica- tion , its ...
... thought of his translation of the Iliad , the scholar replied , “ You have written a pretty book , Mr Pope ; but you must not call it Homer . ' Bentley was right . With all its pomp of language and melody of versifica- tion , its ...
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... thoughts of others , and share their variety . It requires as great an effort for the first to introduce differ- ence of expression , as for the last to reach diversity of thought . The reader of Dante must not look for the heart ...
... thoughts of others , and share their variety . It requires as great an effort for the first to introduce differ- ence of expression , as for the last to reach diversity of thought . The reader of Dante must not look for the heart ...
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... Thought was not extinct ; the human mind was not dormant during the dark ages ; far from it - it never , in some re- spects , was more active . It was the first collision of their deep and lonely meditations with the works of the great ...
... Thought was not extinct ; the human mind was not dormant during the dark ages ; far from it - it never , in some re- spects , was more active . It was the first collision of their deep and lonely meditations with the works of the great ...
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... thought Miss Lambton looked shy upon me , and the old gentleman stiffer than ever . I followed the Miss , however , wherever she went , so close , that once or twice I trod the fringe off her petticoats . " " That was bad manners ...
... thought Miss Lambton looked shy upon me , and the old gentleman stiffer than ever . I followed the Miss , however , wherever she went , so close , that once or twice I trod the fringe off her petticoats . " " That was bad manners ...
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Página 378 - O thou, that, with surpassing glory crown'd, Look'st from thy sole dominion like the god Of this new world ; at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminish'd heads ; to thee I call, But with no friendly voice, and add thy name, 0 sun ! to tell thee how I hate thy beams, That bring to my remembrance from what state 1 fell, how glorious once above thy sphere...
Página 394 - First follow Nature, and your judgment frame By her just standard, which is still the same: Unerring Nature! still divinely bright, One clear, unchang'd, and universal light, Life, force, and beauty, must to all impart, At once the source, and end, and test of art. Art from that fund each just supply provides; Works without show, and without pomp presides : In some fair body thus th...
Página 128 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Página 377 - But first, whom shall we send In search of this new world ? whom shall we find Sufficient ? who shall tempt with wandering feet The dark, unbottom'd, infinite abyss, And through the palpable obscure find out His uncouth way, or spread his aery flight, Upborne, with indefatigable wings, Over the vast abrupt...
Página 396 - Who haunt Parnassus but to please their ear, Not mend their minds; as some to church repair, Not for the doctrine, but the music there. These equal syllables alone require, Tho...
Página 277 - Should God create another Eve, and I Another rib afford, yet loss of thee Would never from my heart : no, no ! I feel The link of Nature draw me : flesh of flesh, Bone of my bone thou art, and from thy state Mine never shall be parted, bliss or woe.
Página 130 - For not to think of what I needs must feel But to be still and patient, all I can; And haply by abstruse research to steal From my own nature all the natural man — This was my sole resource, my only plan; Till that which suits a part infects the whole, And now is almost grown the habit of my soul.
Página 148 - But he is always great, when some great occasion is presented to him ; no man can say he ever had a fit subject for his wit, and did not then raise himself as high above the rest of poets, (Quantum lenta solent inter viburna cupressi.
Página 635 - Sumner, and, above all, the Wife of Bath, in the Prologue to her Tale, would have procured me as many friends and readers as there are beaux and ladies of pleasure in the town. But I will no more offend against good manners: I am sensible as I ought to be of the scandal I have given by my loose writings; and make what reparation I am able, by this public acknowledgment.
Página 635 - May I have leave to do myself the justice (since my enemies will do me none, and are so far from granting me to be a good poet, that they will not allow me so much as to be a Christian, or a moral man), may I have leave, I say...