The Literary Character, Volume 2J. Murray, 1822 |
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... suffer an unrestrained communication of their ideas , and bear reprimands and exhortations - Unity of feelings - A sympathy not of manners but of feelings - Admit of dissimilar characters -Their peculiar glory - Their sorrow CHAPTER XX ...
... suffer an unrestrained communication of their ideas , and bear reprimands and exhortations - Unity of feelings - A sympathy not of manners but of feelings - Admit of dissimilar characters -Their peculiar glory - Their sorrow CHAPTER XX ...
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... suffered from them , calls " these eclipses , sudden offuscations and darkening of the senses . " Too often this man of genius , with a vast and solitary power , darkens the scene of life ; he has built a pyramid between himself and the ...
... suffered from them , calls " these eclipses , sudden offuscations and darkening of the senses . " Too often this man of genius , with a vast and solitary power , darkens the scene of life ; he has built a pyramid between himself and the ...
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... suffering these self - denials , to escape from those inter- ruptions and impediments to their studies . Martyrs of literature and art , they behold in their solitude the halo of immortality over their studious heads , that fame which ...
... suffering these self - denials , to escape from those inter- ruptions and impediments to their studies . Martyrs of literature and art , they behold in their solitude the halo of immortality over their studious heads , that fame which ...
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... suffer him to conclude the term of his apprenticeship ; while even the mild and elegant REYNOLDS himself became so jealous of WILSON , that he took every opportunity of depreciating his singular excellence . Stung by the madness of ...
... suffer him to conclude the term of his apprenticeship ; while even the mild and elegant REYNOLDS himself became so jealous of WILSON , that he took every opportunity of depreciating his singular excellence . Stung by the madness of ...
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... suffered from the person to whom he dedicated " The Lusiad . " The Duke of Buccleugh was the pupil of the great political economist , and so little valued an epic poem , that he had not even the curiosity of opening the leaves of the ...
... suffered from the person to whom he dedicated " The Lusiad . " The Duke of Buccleugh was the pupil of the great political economist , and so little valued an epic poem , that he had not even the curiosity of opening the leaves of the ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
ADAM SMITH Æneid amidst appears artist ATTICUS Bayle beautiful become BOCCACCIO brother BUFFON celebrity Cicero contemplated CREBILLON curious delight DESCARTES discovered DOMENICHINO domestic Dugald Stewart enthusiasm EPICURUS Europe EVELYN excellence existence eyes faculty fame father favourite feelings felt FOLARD fortune French genius glory habits happiness heart historian honour human ideal presence ideas illustrious imagination immortal influence inspired inventions jealousy John Huss knowledge labours learned LEIBNITZ letters literary character literature lived Lope de Vega Madame DE STAEL meditation ment METASTASIO MILTON mind Molière Montesquieu nature never noble objects observed occupied opinions painter passion PEIRESC perpetual PETRARCH philosopher picture Plutarch poet political POPE possessed present principle pursuits RACINE racter raised reverie rival Rome ROUSSEAU says seems sensibility society solitary solitude spirit studies taste tenderness thought verse Voltaire wife writing
Passagens conhecidas
Página 275 - Guard them, and him within protect from harms. He can requite thee; for he knows the charms That call fame on such gentle acts as these, And he can spread thy name o'er lands and seas, Whatever clime the sun's bright circle warms. Lift not thy spear against the Muses
Página 70 - For what other reason have I spent my life in so unprofitable a study ? why am I grown old, in seeking so barren a reward as fame ? The same parts and application, which have made me a poet, might have raised me to any honours of the gown, which are often given to men of as little learning and less honesty than myself.
Página 168 - Say, for you saw us, ye immortal lights, How oft unwearied have we spent the nights, Till the Ledaean stars, so famed for love, Wonder'd at us from above! We spent them not in toys, in lusts, or wine ; But search of deep Philosophy, Wit, Eloquence, and Poetry, Arts which I loved, for they, my friend, were thine.
Página 143 - Subtle as sphinx ; as sweet, and musical, As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair, And, when love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony. Never durst poet touch a pen to write, Until his ink were temper'd with love's sighs ; O, then his lines would ravish savage ears, And plant in tyrants mild humility.
Página 51 - In Pope I cannot read a line, But with a Sigh I wish it mine ; When He can in one Couplet fix More Sense than I can do in six; It gives me such a jealous Fit, I cry "Pox take him and his Wit!
Página 263 - I contrived it so, that lord treasurer came to me, and asked (I had Parnell by me) whether that was Dr. Parnell, and came up and spoke to him with great kindness, and invited him to his house. I value myself upon making the ministry desire to be acquainted with Parnell, and not Parnell with the ministry.
Página 73 - I am censured of some conceit of mine ability or worth : but, I pray your majesty, impute it to desire, possunt quia posse videntur. And again, I should do some wrong to your majesty's school, if, in sixteen years access and near service, I should think I had learned, or laid in, nothing.
Página 128 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, 5 And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Página 39 - So the struck Eagle, stretched upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, Viewed his own feather on the fatal dart, And winged the shaft that quivered in his heart ; Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel He nursed the pinion which impelled the steel ; While the same plumage that had warmed his nest Drank the last life-drop of his bleeding breast.
Página 148 - Methinks I hear in accents low The sportive, kind reply : Poor moralist ! and what art thou ? A solitary fly ! Thy joys no glittering female meets, No hive hast thou of hoarded sweets, No painted plumage to display : On hasty wings thy youth is flown ; Thy sun is set, thy spring is gone — We frolic, while 'tis May.