Table-talk; or, Original essays, Svazek 2H. Colburn, 1824 |
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... spirit of the morning ; its moisture , its repose , its ob- scurity , waiting the miracle of light to kindle it into smiles : the whole is , like the principal figure in it , " a forerunner of the dawn . " The same atmosphere tinges and ...
... spirit of the morning ; its moisture , its repose , its ob- scurity , waiting the miracle of light to kindle it into smiles : the whole is , like the principal figure in it , " a forerunner of the dawn . " The same atmosphere tinges and ...
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... spirit is implied as a thing of course . They paint inferior portraits , maudlin lifeless faces , without ordinary expression , or one look , feature , or particle of nature in them , and think that this is to rise to the truth of ...
... spirit is implied as a thing of course . They paint inferior portraits , maudlin lifeless faces , without ordinary expression , or one look , feature , or particle of nature in them , and think that this is to rise to the truth of ...
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... spirits and riotous impulses ; they laugh and bound along- Leaping like wanton kids in pleasant spring : but those of Poussin have more of the intellec- tual part of the character , and seem vicious on reflection , and of set purpose ...
... spirits and riotous impulses ; they laugh and bound along- Leaping like wanton kids in pleasant spring : but those of Poussin have more of the intellec- tual part of the character , and seem vicious on reflection , and of set purpose ...
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... spirit of youth in every thing ; That heavy Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him . Yet nor the lays of birds , nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue , Could make me any summer's story tell , Or from their proud lap ...
... spirit of youth in every thing ; That heavy Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him . Yet nor the lays of birds , nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue , Could make me any summer's story tell , Or from their proud lap ...
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... spirit of poetical patriotism which they breathe . Either Milton's or the living bard's are defective in this respect . There is no Sonnet of Milton's on the Restoration of Charles II . There is no Sonnet of Mr. Words- worth's ...
... spirit of poetical patriotism which they breathe . Either Milton's or the living bard's are defective in this respect . There is no Sonnet of Milton's on the Restoration of Charles II . There is no Sonnet of Mr. Words- worth's ...
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Strana 29 - 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...
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 ploughed...
Strana 225 - 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 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 21 - Saturn laugh' d and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue 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 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.
Strana 43 - The incognito of an inn is one of its striking privileges — " lord of one's-self, uncumber'd with a name." Oh ! it is great to shake off the trammels of the world and of public opinion — to lose our importunate, tormenting, everlasting personal identity in the elements of nature...
Strana 52 - ... to the facilities of conversation in those who had been abroad. In fact, the time we have spent there is both delightful, and in one sense instructive; but it appears to be cut out of our substantial, downright existence, and never to join kindly on to it. We are not the same, but another, and perhaps more enviable individual, all the time we are out of our own country. We are lost to ourselves, as well as our friends. So the poet somewhat quaintly sings: Out of my country and myself I go.