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... hour that vanish as rapidly as they rise - are permit- ted to " push them from their stools , " - that the poplars overshadow the amarinth . We wonder not when we hear that a certain great living poet is an idolater of his own genius ...
... hour that vanish as rapidly as they rise - are permit- ted to " push them from their stools , " - that the poplars overshadow the amarinth . We wonder not when we hear that a certain great living poet is an idolater of his own genius ...
Side 47
... are satisfied they have been directed to the noblest ends , and have embraced the largest circle of human interests . We do not speak of the delight he has poured forth over the earth - of the lonely hours he DEATH OF SIR WALTER SCOTT . 47.
... are satisfied they have been directed to the noblest ends , and have embraced the largest circle of human interests . We do not speak of the delight he has poured forth over the earth - of the lonely hours he DEATH OF SIR WALTER SCOTT . 47.
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Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton. forth over the earth - of the lonely hours he has charmed -of the sad hearts he has beguiled - of the beauty and the music which he has summoned to a world where all travail and none repose : this ...
Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton. forth over the earth - of the lonely hours he has charmed -of the sad hearts he has beguiled - of the beauty and the music which he has summoned to a world where all travail and none repose : this ...
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... hour is come , Shakspeare has paused , to draw from the dark bosom of the fated murderer those moving reflections , " My way of life , " & c . , which steal from us insensibly our hatred of his guilt , and awaken a new and softer ...
... hour is come , Shakspeare has paused , to draw from the dark bosom of the fated murderer those moving reflections , " My way of life , " & c . , which steal from us insensibly our hatred of his guilt , and awaken a new and softer ...
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... hours , And ask them what report they bore to heaven ; " he has given the illustration of one sitting and with an earnest countenance conversing with a small , shadowy shape at his knee , while other shapes , of a similar form and ...
... hours , And ask them what report they bore to heaven ; " he has given the illustration of one sitting and with an earnest countenance conversing with a small , shadowy shape at his knee , while other shapes , of a similar form and ...
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The Critical and Miscellaneous Writings of Sir Edward Lytton, Volum 1 Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1841 |
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Side 72 - Look, where he comes ! Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday.
Side 185 - To reason, and on reason build resolve (That column of true majesty in man), Assist me : I will thank you in the grave ; The grave, your kingdom. There this frame shall fall A victim sacred to your dreary shrine. But what are ye? THOU, who didst put to flight Primeval Silence, when the morning...
Side 105 - And therefore it was most aptly said by one of Plato's school, That the sense of man carrieth a resemblance with the sun, which (as we see} openeth and revealeth all the terrestrial globe; but then again it obscureth and concealeth the stars and celestial globe: so doth the sense discover natural things, but it darkeneth and shutteth up divine.
Side 182 - Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the knell of my departed hours. Where are they ? with the years beyond the flood. It is the signal that demands despatch. How much is to be done! My hopes and fears Start up alarmed, and o'er life's narrow verge Look down — on what ? a fathomless abyss !
Side 165 - This is to irritate; this to inflame; this duct is to convey the gravel to the kidneys; this gland to secrete the humour which forms the gout: if by chance he come at a part of which he knows not the use, the most he can say is, that it is useless; no one ever suspects that it is put there to incommode, to annoy, or to torment.
Side 197 - Precipitously steep; and drawing near, There breathes a living fragrance from the shore, Of flowers yet fresh with childhood; on the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar, Or chirps the grasshopper one good-night carol more. ' He is an evening reveller, who makes His life an infancy, and sings his fill; At intervals, some bird from out the brakes, Starts into voice a moment, then is still.
Side 164 - Contrivance proves design ; and the predominant tendency of the contrivance indicates the disposition of the designer. The world abounds with contrivances ; and all the contrivances which we are acquainted with are directed to beneficial purposes.
Side 49 - That hangs his head, and a' that ? The coward-slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a' that ! For a' that, and a' that, Our toils obscure, and a' that ; The rank is but the guinea stamp ; The man's the gowd for a
Side 172 - Love still has something of the sea From whence his mother rose; No time his slaves from doubt can free, Nor give their thoughts repose. They are becalmed in clearest days, And in rough weather tost; They wither under cold delays, Or are in tempests lost.
Side 346 - Blending their souls' sublimest needs With tasks of every day, They went about their gravest deeds, As noble boys at play.