The Philomathesian, Svazek 1Middlebury College, 1834 - Počet stran: 380 |
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... wonder not a wild enthusiasm seized my passionate heart , and that I left the bliss of home . ears . I received the appointment of a distinguished officer , and soon became familiar with all the dangers of a life in war . My steed trod ...
... wonder not a wild enthusiasm seized my passionate heart , and that I left the bliss of home . ears . I received the appointment of a distinguished officer , and soon became familiar with all the dangers of a life in war . My steed trod ...
Strana 48
... wonder and astonishment at the supposed escape of Michael from his reported death , the unwary sentinel opened the gates , and ad- mitted his counterfeit friend , a messenger of death , within the walls of the castle . Rejoicing at his ...
... wonder and astonishment at the supposed escape of Michael from his reported death , the unwary sentinel opened the gates , and ad- mitted his counterfeit friend , a messenger of death , within the walls of the castle . Rejoicing at his ...
Strana 52
... wonder , and the knowl- edge of his dangerous situation stimulated him to immediate ac- tion . He flew to the secret door , grasped the bolt , and with a sud- den wrench drew it from its socket . The bars of the prison gate were ...
... wonder , and the knowl- edge of his dangerous situation stimulated him to immediate ac- tion . He flew to the secret door , grasped the bolt , and with a sud- den wrench drew it from its socket . The bars of the prison gate were ...
Strana 53
... wonder . The Madman , having torn the chains from his limbs , buckled on his own armour , grasped his shield , flourished his ponderous axe , and exclaimed in chivalric enthusi- asm : - " Knights of Albania , defenders of the helpless ...
... wonder . The Madman , having torn the chains from his limbs , buckled on his own armour , grasped his shield , flourished his ponderous axe , and exclaimed in chivalric enthusi- asm : - " Knights of Albania , defenders of the helpless ...
Strana 75
... wonder or astonishment , pity or disgust , love or despair , is said to come to us in the language of poetry . Would we pour forth our feelings in the bitterest contempt , poetry is the medium through which it must be done . - Would we ...
... wonder or astonishment , pity or disgust , love or despair , is said to come to us in the language of poetry . Would we pour forth our feelings in the bitterest contempt , poetry is the medium through which it must be done . - Would we ...
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Strana 113 - For, wit lying most in the assemblage of ideas, and putting those together with quickness and variety wherein can be found any resemblance or congruity, thereby to make up pleasant pictures and agreeable visions in the fancy...
Strana 365 - Could I embody and unbosom now That which is most within me, — could I wreak My thoughts upon expression, and thus throw Soul, heart, mind, passions, feelings strong or weak, All that I would have sought, and all I seek, Bear, know, feel, and yet breathe — into one word, And that one word were Lightning, I would speak ; But as it is, I live and die unheard, With a most voiceless thought, sheathing it as a sword.
Strana 25 - If thou art a child, and hast ever added a sorrow to the soul, or a furrow to the silvered brow of an affectionate parent ; if thou art a husband, and hast ever caused the fond bosom that ventured its whole happiness in thy arms, to doubt one moment of thy kindness or thy truth...
Strana 25 - ... if thou art a lover and hast ever given one unmerited pang to that true heart which now lies cold and still beneath thy feet — then be sure that every unkind look, every ungracious word, every ungentle action, will come thronging back upon thy memory, and knocking dolefully at thy soul...
Strana 275 - A little learning is a dangerous thing; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring: There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain. And drinking largely sobers us again.
Strana 73 - Tis with our judgments as our watches, none Go just alike, yet each believes his own.
Strana 321 - And censure freely who have written well. Authors are partial to their wit, 'tis true, But are not critics to their judgment too?
Strana 368 - Here rest the great and good — here they repose After their generous toil. A sacred band, They take their sleep together, while the year Comes with its early flowers to deck their graves, And gathers them again, as winter frowns. Theirs is no vulgar sepulchre ; green sods Are all their monument ; and yet it tells A nobler history than pillared piles, Or the eternal pyramids. They need No statue nor inscription to reveal Their greatness.
Strana 24 - But the grave of those we loved — what a place for meditation ! There it is that we call up in long review the whole history of virtue and gentleness, and the thousand endearments lavished upon us almost unheeded in the daily intercourse of intimacy ; there it is that we dwell upon the tenderness, the solemn, awful tenderness of the parting scene.
Strana 369 - Still let them strive— when he collects his might, He will assert his right. The spirit cannot always sleep in dust, Whose essence is ethereal ; they may try To darken and degrade it ; it may rust Dimly awhile, but cannot wholly die ; And, when it wakens, it will send its fire Intenser forth and higher.