Literary Leaves; Or, Prose and Verse Chiefly Written in India, Svazek 1W.H. Allen & Company, 1840 |
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... critics have been pleased to speak of my productions , and the many flatter- ing and most valuable letters that I have received from my native country from authors of unquestionable genius and high celebrity , and to most of whom I am ...
... critics have been pleased to speak of my productions , and the many flatter- ing and most valuable letters that I have received from my native country from authors of unquestionable genius and high celebrity , and to most of whom I am ...
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... criticism can destroy his repose , and that the neglect or ridicule even of the vulgar crowd is not always to be borne with a magnanimous indifference . Literary pursuits and literary distinctions are often fatal to domestic pleasures ...
... criticism can destroy his repose , and that the neglect or ridicule even of the vulgar crowd is not always to be borne with a magnanimous indifference . Literary pursuits and literary distinctions are often fatal to domestic pleasures ...
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... criticism , however false or ignorant , often leaves an immedicable wound in the breast of genius . The tender and ima- ginative Keats was crushed by the rude hand of Gifford , and perished like a flower in a foreign land . The unhappy ...
... criticism , however false or ignorant , often leaves an immedicable wound in the breast of genius . The tender and ima- ginative Keats was crushed by the rude hand of Gifford , and perished like a flower in a foreign land . The unhappy ...
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... critics , on the con- trary , have urged the necessity of assiduous care . It is remarka- ble that some of our most voluminous writers have confessed the great toil and attention which they bestowed upon their works . Cowper , a ...
... critics , on the con- trary , have urged the necessity of assiduous care . It is remarka- ble that some of our most voluminous writers have confessed the great toil and attention which they bestowed upon their works . Cowper , a ...
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... criticism , than are many of our periodical reviewers * . They pronounce him only a great poet who has pro- duced a bulky volume , and reverse the old saying that a great book is a great evil . It is the small volume of modest and ...
... criticism , than are many of our periodical reviewers * . They pronounce him only a great poet who has pro- duced a bulky volume , and reverse the old saying that a great book is a great evil . It is the small volume of modest and ...
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Strana 278 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups, That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Strana 330 - Phoebus lifts his golden fire: The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire. These ears, alas! for other notes repine; A different object do these eyes require; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine; And in my breast the imperfect joys expire; Yet morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that...
Strana 95 - Less than a god they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell!
Strana 127 - Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be, In every work regard the writer's end, Since none can compass more than they intend; And if the means be just, the conduct true, Applause, in spite of trivial faults, is due.
Strana 89 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar...
Strana 200 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman.
Strana 91 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.
Strana 256 - See, what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Strana 147 - Neither a borrower nor a lender be ; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
Strana 95 - Now strike the golden lyre again: A louder yet, and yet a louder strain ! Break his bands of sleep asunder And rouse him like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark ! the horrid sound Has raised up his head : As awaked from the dead, And amazed he stares around. Revenge, revenge...