The Ruminator: Containing a Series of Moral, Critical, and Sentimental Essays, 2 tomasLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1813 |
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... excite not only admiration but astonish- ment . I refer to the INDUCTION of Thomas Sack- ville , the first Earl of Dorset , in the Mirror for Magistrates . The poet is conducted by SORROW , to the classical Hell , the place of torments ...
... excite not only admiration but astonish- ment . I refer to the INDUCTION of Thomas Sack- ville , the first Earl of Dorset , in the Mirror for Magistrates . The poet is conducted by SORROW , to the classical Hell , the place of torments ...
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... excite him to exertions of a kind so extraordinary , why should he be led on by the auxiliary motive of a false hope ? The future is unknown to us ; the world of spirits , with their occupations and enjoyments , is hid from our narrow ...
... excite him to exertions of a kind so extraordinary , why should he be led on by the auxiliary motive of a false hope ? The future is unknown to us ; the world of spirits , with their occupations and enjoyments , is hid from our narrow ...
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... excite no wonder : indeed the contrary would be grossly inconsistent . We hear them treat this divine art as " empty sound , meaning nothing ; " and only fit to be the play - thing of children , and love - sick girls ! Poor wretches ...
... excite no wonder : indeed the contrary would be grossly inconsistent . We hear them treat this divine art as " empty sound , meaning nothing ; " and only fit to be the play - thing of children , and love - sick girls ! Poor wretches ...
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... excite no envy , are alone exempt from misrepresentation and calumny ! One thing from which a mind , before it can be great , should free itself , is a subjection to the world's opinions . Caprice , ill - temper , interest , and all bad ...
... excite no envy , are alone exempt from misrepresentation and calumny ! One thing from which a mind , before it can be great , should free itself , is a subjection to the world's opinions . Caprice , ill - temper , interest , and all bad ...
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... the aid of fancy they excite ? A vivid imagination combines with them past or distant objects , and peoples every scene with its appropriate inhabitants . In the mind of the poet this power reigns in THE RUMINATOR . 160.
... the aid of fancy they excite ? A vivid imagination combines with them past or distant objects , and peoples every scene with its appropriate inhabitants . In the mind of the poet this power reigns in THE RUMINATOR . 160.
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The Ruminator– Containing a Series of Moral, Critical, and ..., 2 tomas Sir Egerton Brydges Visos knygos peržiūra - 1813 |
The Ruminator– Containing a Series of Moral, Critical, and ..., 2 tomas Sir Egerton Brydges Visos knygos peržiūra - 1813 |
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201 psl. - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
306 psl. - Love had he found in huts where poor Men lie, His daily Teachers had been Woods and Rills, The silence that is in the starry sky, The sleep that is among the lonely hills. In him the savage Virtue of the Race, Revenge, and all ferocious thoughts were dead : Nor did he change ; but kept in lofty place The wisdom which adversity had bred. Glad were the Vales, and every cottage hearth ; The Shepherd Lord was honoured more and more: And, ages after he was laid in earth, " The Good Lord Clifford
ix psl. - Alas ! regardless of their doom, The little victims play! No sense have they of Ills to come; Nor Care, beyond to-day! Yet see, how all around them wait The Ministers of human fate; And black Misfortune's baleful Train!
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306 psl. - Scot," exclaims the Lance, Bear me to the heart of France, Is the longing of the Shield — Tell thy name, thou trembling Field ; Field of death, where'er thou be, Groan thou with our victory ! Happy day, and mighty hour, When our Shepherd, in his power, Mailed and horsed, with lance and sword, To his Ancestors restored, Like a re-appearing Star, Like a glory from afar, First shall head the Flock of War...
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