A collection of letters and essays on several subjects, lately publish'd in the Dublin Journal

Georg Olms Verlag, 1980 - 431 páginas

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Página 49 - O ! wonder ! How many goodly creatures are there here ! How beauteous mankind is ! O brave new world, That has such people in't ! Pro.
Página 80 - The sun had long since in the lap Of Thetis taken out his nap, And like a lobster boil'd, the morn From black to red began to turn."* The Imagination modifies images, and gives unity to variety; it sees all things in one, il piu nell
Página 163 - For what is this life but a circulation of little mean actions? We lie down and rise again, dress and undress, feed and wax hungry, work or play, and are weary, and then we lie down again, and the circle returns.
Página 78 - The passion of laughter is nothing else but sudden glory arising from some sudden conception of some eminency in ourselves, by comparison with the infirmity of others, or with our own formerly ; for men laugh at the follies of themselves past, when they come suddenly to remembrance, except they bring with them any present dishonour.
Página 61 - Tis love divine that asks it all and more. Fling back the gates of ever-blazing day, Pour floods of liquid light to gild the way ; And all in glory wrapt...
Página 122 - Tis not from whom, but where, we live : The place does oft those graces give. Great Julius, on the mountains bred, A flock perhaps, or herd, had led. He that the world subdued ',.had been But the best wrestler on the green. 'Tis art and knowledge which draw forth The hidden seeds of native worth : They blow those sparks, and make them rise Into such flames as touch the skies.
Página 60 - And all her sweet companions sons of light. Straight as I gaz'd, my fear and wonder grew, Fear barr'd my voice, and wonder fix'd my view ; When lo ! a cherub of the...
Página 60 - Twas then, as slumbering on my couch I lay, A sudden splendour seem'd to kindle day, A breeze came breathing in a sweet perfume, Blown from eternal gardens, fill'd the room ; And in a void of blue, that clouds invest, Appear'da daughter of the realms of rest...
Página 260 - We have need of more generous remedies than what have yet been made use of in our distemper.

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