Imaginary Conversations of Literary Men and Statesmen, Volumen 1Taylor and Hessey, 1824 |
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Página 51 - He spake of love, such love as spirits feel In worlds whose course is equable and pure ; No fears to beat away, no strife to heal, The past unsighed for, and the future sure...
Página 242 - What your father and your grandfather used as an elegance in conversation, is now abandoned to the populace, and every day we miss a little of our own, and collect a little from strangers : this prepares us for a more intimate union with them, in which we merge at last altogether. Every good writer has much idiom ; it is the life and spirit of language...
Página 297 - Gul in her bloom? Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit, And the voice of the nightingale never is mute, Where the tints of the earth, and the hues of the sky, In colour though varied, in beauty may vie...
Página 26 - How many, who have abandoned for public life the studies of philosophy and poetry, may be compared to brooks and rivers, which in the beginning of their course have assuaged our thirst, and have invited us to tranquillity by their bright resemblance of it, and which afterward partake the nature of that vast body whereinto they run, its dreariness, its bitterness, its foam, its storms, its everlasting noise and commotion...
Página 282 - Fendent les flots tremblants sous un si noble poids. Louis, les animant du feu de son courage, Se plaint de sa grandeur qui l'attache au rivage.
Página 152 - His Majesty the Emperor of the French, King of Italy, Protector of the confederation of the Rhine, and Mediator of Switzerland, was graciously pleased to make the following reply.
Página 162 - ... man, that irregularity is no indication of genius, he began to lose ground rapidly, when on a sudden he cried out at the Haymarket, There is no God\ It was then surmised more generally and more gravely that there was something in him, and he stood upon his legs almost to the last. Say what you will, once whispered a friend of mine, there are things in him strong as poison, and original as sin.
Página 271 - L'honneur est comme une île escarpée et sans bords : On n'y peut plus rentrer dès qu'on en est dehors.
Página 190 - ... is hoped she will have interest enough to stop enquiry, and will have received no other harm than a few such circuitous lines as designate the latitudes on a globe, and the name, partly derived from her native place, and partly from her recent misfortune, of La Nereide Frustata ... the whipt Nereid. Nicknames and whippings, when they are once laid on, no one has discovered how to take off.
Página 87 - When, springing from the turf where youth reposed, We find but deserts in the far-sought shore ; When the huge book of Faery-land lies closed, And those strong brazen clasps will yield no more.