Table Talk: Or, Original Essays on Men and Manners, Svazek 2H. Colburn, 1824 - Počet stran: 401 |
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... sound , a miracle of skill and beauty starts to view . One might think that one year's prodigal display of such perfection would exhaust the labours of one man's life ; but the next year , and the next to that , we find another harvest ...
... sound , a miracle of skill and beauty starts to view . One might think that one year's prodigal display of such perfection would exhaust the labours of one man's life ; but the next year , and the next to that , we find another harvest ...
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... sound of my own lan- guage . There is an involuntary antipathy in the mind of an Englishman to foreign manners and notions that requires the assistance of social sympathy to carry it off . As the distance from 50 ON GOING A JOURNEY .
... sound of my own lan- guage . There is an involuntary antipathy in the mind of an Englishman to foreign manners and notions that requires the assistance of social sympathy to carry it off . As the distance from 50 ON GOING A JOURNEY .
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... sound into my soul . I only breathed the air of general humanity . I walked over " the vine - covered hills and gay regions of France , " erect and satisfied ; for the image of man was not cast down and chained to the foot of arbitrary ...
... sound into my soul . I only breathed the air of general humanity . I walked over " the vine - covered hills and gay regions of France , " erect and satisfied ; for the image of man was not cast down and chained to the foot of arbitrary ...
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... sound more wonderful than a simple stream of dulcet harmonies . In singing the last verse of " God save the King " not long ago , her voice towered above the whole confused noise of the orchestra , like an eagle piercing the clouds ...
... sound more wonderful than a simple stream of dulcet harmonies . In singing the last verse of " God save the King " not long ago , her voice towered above the whole confused noise of the orchestra , like an eagle piercing the clouds ...
Strana 186
... sound , and which you can only hit by entering into the author's meaning , as you must find the proper words and style to express yourself by fixing your thoughts on the subject you have to write about . Any one may mouth out a passage ...
... sound , and which you can only hit by entering into the author's meaning , as you must find the proper words and style to express yourself by fixing your thoughts on the subject you have to write about . Any one may mouth out a passage ...
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Strana 224 - DUKE'S PALACE. [Enter DUKE, CURIO, LORDS; MUSICIANS attending.] DUKE. If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Strana 27 - God's trophies, and His work pursued, While Darwen stream, with blood of Scots imbrued, And Dunbar field, resounds thy praises loud, And Worcester's laureate wreath: yet much remains To conquer still; Peace hath her victories No less renowned than War: new foes arise, Threatening to bind our souls with secular chains. Help us to save free conscience from the paw Of hireling wolves, whose Gospel is their maw.
Strana 30 - Purification in the old Law did save, And such, as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind: Her face was veiled, yet to my fancied sight, Love, sweetness, goodness, in her person shined So clear, as in no face with more delight. But O as to embrace me she inclined, I waked, she fled, and day brought back my night.
Strana 62 - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid ! Heard words that have been So nimble, and so full of subtle flame, As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life ; then when there hath been thrown Wit able enough to justify the town For three days past ; wit that might warrant be For the whole City to talk foolishly Till that were cancell'd ; and when that was gone, We left an air behind us, which alone...
Strana 319 - Katterfelto, with his hair on end At his own wonders, wondering for his bread.
Strana 21 - Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew : Nor did I wonder at the...
Strana 26 - Cromwell, our chief of men, who through a cloud, Not of war only, but detractions rude, Guided by faith and matchless fortitude, To peace and truth thy glorious way hast plough'd, And on the neck of crowned fortune proud Hast rear'd God's trophies and his work pursued, While Darwen stream with blood of Scots imbrued, And Dunbar field resounds thy praises loud, And Worcester's laureat wreath.
Strana 27 - AVENGE, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold ; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones...
Strana 27 - O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple Tyrant ; that from these may grow A hundredfold, who, having learnt thy way, Early may fly the Babylonian woe.
Strana 29 - The lily and rose, that neither sowed nor spun. What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice, Of Attic taste, with wine, whence we may rise To hear the lute well touched, or artful voice Warble immortal notes and Tuscan air? He who of those delights can judge, and spare To interpose them oft, is not unwise.