Geschichte der Poesie und Beredsamkeit seit dem Ende des dreizehnten Jahrhunderts, Del 8

J.F. Röwer, 1810

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Side 261 - The most accomplished way of using books at present is twofold : either first to serve them as some men do lords, learn their titles exactly, and then brag of their acquaintance ; or, secondly, which is indeed the choicer, the profounder, and politer method, to get a thorough insight into the index by which the whole book is governed and turned, like fishes by the tail.
Side 190 - And terror on my aching sight ; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a chilness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice ; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes.
Side 66 - From harmony, from heavenly harmony This universal frame began ; When Nature underneath a heap Of jarring atoms lay, And could not heave her head, The tuneful voice was heard from high, Arise, ye more than dead. Then cold and hot and moist and dry In order to their stations leap, And Music's power obey. From harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began : From harmony to harmony Through all the compass of...
Side 107 - I'd be a Dog, a Monkey or a Bear, Or any thing, but that vain Animal, Who is so proud of being rational.
Side 265 - Were not the people of Ireland born as free as those of England? How have they forfeited their freedom? Is not their Parliament as fair a representative of the people as that of England?
Side 63 - Half-cloth'd, half-naked, hastily retire : And frighted mothers strike their breasts too late^ For helpless infants left amidst the fire. Their cries soon waken all the dwellers near ; Now murmuring noises rise in every street? The more remote run stumbling with...
Side 87 - I'd have a private seat, Built uniform, not little, nor too great; Better if on a rising ground it stood ; On this side fields, on that a neighbouring wood.
Side 209 - Tis pathless, dark, and barren all to me. Thou art my only guide, my light of life, And thou art leaving me : send out thy beams Upon the wing ; let them fly all around, Discover every way : is there a dawn, A glimmering of comfort? The great god, That rises on the world, must shine on us.
Side 282 - The laurel, the hornbeam., and the holly, with many other trees and plants of the same nature, grow so thick in it; that you cannot imagine a more lively scene. The glowing redness of the berries, with which they are hung at this time, vies with the verdure of their leaves, and are...
Side 71 - ... rather to have it made known by narration to the audience. Farther, I think it very convenient, for the reasons he has given, that all incredible actions were...

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