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... continued emotion of pleasure ; avoiding those gaunt , giant forms which while they astonish , drive away our fears or sympathies , by exciting suspicions of their reality . Hence it is , that Scott calls into exercise an art which the ...
... continued emotion of pleasure ; avoiding those gaunt , giant forms which while they astonish , drive away our fears or sympathies , by exciting suspicions of their reality . Hence it is , that Scott calls into exercise an art which the ...
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... continued neglect . Still , as the worth of things before me ex- panded more fully in their analytical development , I was alive , in a great measure , to their usefulness ; but my pride had before this decided for ignorance , and pride ...
... continued neglect . Still , as the worth of things before me ex- panded more fully in their analytical development , I was alive , in a great measure , to their usefulness ; but my pride had before this decided for ignorance , and pride ...
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... continued to exist in those about me , -indeed , in some extreme cases , I never saw the notion of self - importance eradicated . Howbeit I looked with a good deal of complacency upon the errors I had escaped ; and was content , with ...
... continued to exist in those about me , -indeed , in some extreme cases , I never saw the notion of self - importance eradicated . Howbeit I looked with a good deal of complacency upon the errors I had escaped ; and was content , with ...
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... continued satire on " parochial relief ” — even when he speaks of his coat , whose buttons were ornamented with " the good Samaritan , " he adds that he " put it on for the first time to attend the inquest on the tradesman , who died in ...
... continued satire on " parochial relief ” — even when he speaks of his coat , whose buttons were ornamented with " the good Samaritan , " he adds that he " put it on for the first time to attend the inquest on the tradesman , who died in ...
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... continued I , while I believe I pre- serve the quantity . But perhaps , Miss Morton , you don't study Latin ? ' ' Oh yes , I am studying Latin Lessons , but Miss O— thinks it rather pedantic for young ladies to acquire a very extensive ...
... continued I , while I believe I pre- serve the quantity . But perhaps , Miss Morton , you don't study Latin ? ' ' Oh yes , I am studying Latin Lessons , but Miss O— thinks it rather pedantic for young ladies to acquire a very extensive ...
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Página 356 - THE BODY of BENJAMIN FRANKLIN, Printer, (like the cover of an old book, its contents torn out, and stript of its lettering and gilding) lies here food for worms ; yet the work itself shall not be lost, for it will (as he believed) appear once more in a new and more beautiful edition, corrected and amended by THE AUTHOR.
Página 172 - So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear, Farewell remorse : all good to me is lost ; Evil, be thou my good : by thee at least Divided empire with heaven's King I hold, By thee, and more than half perhaps will reign ; As man ere long and this new world shall know.
Página 172 - Me miserable ! which way shall I fly Infinite wrath, and infinite despair? Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell; And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep Still threatening to devour me opens wide, To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heaven.
Página 323 - I cannot eat but little meat, My stomach is not good ; But sure I think, that I can drink With him that wears a hood...
Página 172 - Hail horrors, hail Infernal world, and thou profoundest Hell Receive thy new possessor; one who brings A mind not to be changed by place or time. The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.
Página 49 - Needs must thou prove a name most dear and holy To me, a son, a brother, and a friend, A husband, and a father! who revere All bonds of natural love, and find them all Within the limits of thy rocky shores.
Página 46 - Come back into memory, like as thou wert in the dayspring of thy fancies, with hope like a fiery column before thee — the dark pillar not yet turned — Samuel Taylor Coleridge — Logician, Metaphysician, Bard ! — How have I seen the casual passer through the Cloisters stand still, entranced with admiration (while he weighed the disproportion between the speech and the garb of the young Mirandula) to hear thee unfold, in thy deep and sweet intonations, the mysteries of...
Página 340 - The ancient prince of hell Hath risen with purpose fell ; Strong mail of craft and power He weareth in this hour, On earth is not his fellow.
Página 294 - O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day ; Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away ! Re-enter PANTHINO.
Página 139 - CALL it not vain ¡—they do not err, Who say, that when the Poet dies, Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies : Who say, tall cliff, and cavern lone, For the departed Bard make moan ; That mountains weep in crystal rill ; That flowers in tears of balm distil ; Through his loved groves that breezes sigh, And oaks, in deeper groan, reply; And rivers teach their rushing wave To murmur dirges round his grave.