The Ruminator: Containing a Series of Moral, Critical, and Sentimental Essays, 2 tomasLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1813 |
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... writer predominant over his language , commu- nicates its own fire to the reader , and carries him along with it . He , who is characterized by this trait , gives an interest to every subject that he touches , and throws sparks of light ...
... writer predominant over his language , commu- nicates its own fire to the reader , and carries him along with it . He , who is characterized by this trait , gives an interest to every subject that he touches , and throws sparks of light ...
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... write , I no sooner take my pen in hand , than my powers fail me . I seem beforehand to have a store of ideas ; and ... writing , that puts to flight the train of my thoughts ; or whether I deceive myself as to the 28 THE RUMINATOR .
... write , I no sooner take my pen in hand , than my powers fail me . I seem beforehand to have a store of ideas ; and ... writing , that puts to flight the train of my thoughts ; or whether I deceive myself as to the 28 THE RUMINATOR .
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... write , and talk with ease ; Possess'd of ev'ry power to please , With science at command ; Forsake your friends , and native home , And , destin'd far from us to roam , Now bless a foreign land . IV . The sun so sinks below the west ...
... write , and talk with ease ; Possess'd of ev'ry power to please , With science at command ; Forsake your friends , and native home , And , destin'd far from us to roam , Now bless a foreign land . IV . The sun so sinks below the west ...
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... charm will be renewed ; and real poetry will always delight , as it re - appears , in spite of critics and analysers ; while all the rules of writing , Tam O'Shanter . and all the praise of the mechanical judges , will THE RUMINATOR . 43.
... charm will be renewed ; and real poetry will always delight , as it re - appears , in spite of critics and analysers ; while all the rules of writing , Tam O'Shanter . and all the praise of the mechanical judges , will THE RUMINATOR . 43.
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... writer's brain : but it is equally true that men of the greatest genius , who deserve the highest fame , have frequently no other reward , than the well - founded confidence that Time will do them that justice , which is refused them by ...
... writer's brain : but it is equally true that men of the greatest genius , who deserve the highest fame , have frequently no other reward , than the well - founded confidence that Time will do them that justice , which is refused them by ...
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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!
viii psl. - Meanwhile, whate'er of beautiful, or new, Sublime, or dreadful, in earth, sea, or sky, By chance, or search, was offer'd to his view, He scan'd with curious and romantic eye.
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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51 psl. - By him lay heavy Sleep, the cousin of Death, Flat on the ground, and still as any stone, A very corpse, save yielding forth a breath : Small keep took he, whom Fortune frowned on, Or whom she lifted up into the throne Of high renown ; but, as a living death, So, dead alive, of life he drew the breath.