Modern Literature and Literary Men: Being a Second Gallery of Literary PortraitsAppleton, 1850 - 376 psl. |
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... passions they awakened in their readers , through that intense personality which marked them all , rendered cool appreciation at the time impossible . They came upon the public like powerful sermons on an excited audience , sweeping ...
... passions they awakened in their readers , through that intense personality which marked them all , rendered cool appreciation at the time impossible . They came upon the public like powerful sermons on an excited audience , sweeping ...
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... passions in imposing aspects . Much of this desire indeed mingled with his ambition , but he was not altogether a vain attitudinizer . There is sterling truth in his taste and style of writing - there is sincerity in his anguish and his ...
... passions in imposing aspects . Much of this desire indeed mingled with his ambition , but he was not altogether a vain attitudinizer . There is sterling truth in his taste and style of writing - there is sincerity in his anguish and his ...
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... passions . Is he not fed with the same food , and hurt by the same weapons ? If you prick him , does he not bleed ? If you tickle him , does he not laugh ? If you poi- son him , does he not die ? And if you wrong him , does he not ...
... passions . Is he not fed with the same food , and hurt by the same weapons ? If you prick him , does he not bleed ? If you tickle him , does he not laugh ? If you poi- son him , does he not die ? And if you wrong him , does he not ...
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... passion , seem the main elements of Byron's poetical power . He sees clearly , he selects judi- ciously for effect ... passions , however coarse ; his constant clearness and de- cision of tone and of style ; his manly vigor and direct ...
... passion , seem the main elements of Byron's poetical power . He sees clearly , he selects judi- ciously for effect ... passions , however coarse ; his constant clearness and de- cision of tone and of style ; his manly vigor and direct ...
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... passions and the torrid suns of the east and the south— wherever man verges toward the animal or the fiend- wherever misanthropes have folded their arms , and taken their desperate attitude - wherever stands " the bed of sin , delirious ...
... passions and the torrid suns of the east and the south— wherever man verges toward the animal or the fiend- wherever misanthropes have folded their arms , and taken their desperate attitude - wherever stands " the bed of sin , delirious ...
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