Literary Leaves; Or, Prose and Verse Chiefly Written in India, Volume 1W.H. Allen & Company, 1840 - English literature |
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... reader must be dull indeed who should require an illustration of a fact so obvious ; and yet many students of medicine are apt to overlook it in their prac- tice , while they readily assent to it as a theory . M. Tissot , the celebrated ...
... reader must be dull indeed who should require an illustration of a fact so obvious ; and yet many students of medicine are apt to overlook it in their prac- tice , while they readily assent to it as a theory . M. Tissot , the celebrated ...
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... reader's mind , I have omitted by far the most interesting feature of the whole scene - the rosy children loitering about the cottage gates , or tumbling gaily on the warm grass ! When the cottager of England ventures to link himself ...
... reader's mind , I have omitted by far the most interesting feature of the whole scene - the rosy children loitering about the cottage gates , or tumbling gaily on the warm grass ! When the cottager of England ventures to link himself ...
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... Reader of the White Devil , or Vittoria Corombona . ' THERE are some writers who seem to regard mere quickness and facility of production as of more importance than the quality of the thing produced . They insult the public with a ...
... Reader of the White Devil , or Vittoria Corombona . ' THERE are some writers who seem to regard mere quickness and facility of production as of more importance than the quality of the thing produced . They insult the public with a ...
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... readers that it was " the pleasant labour of but a very few days . " Coleridge wrote the first part in 1797 , and the second in 1800 , and did not publish them till 1816. See a review of this Continuation in Blackwood's Magazine for Dec ...
... readers that it was " the pleasant labour of but a very few days . " Coleridge wrote the first part in 1797 , and the second in 1800 , and did not publish them till 1816. See a review of this Continuation in Blackwood's Magazine for Dec ...
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... reader of true taste . They indicate , however , the lethargic and unhealthy condition of the public mind , which requires such coarse and strong excitement that the productions which enchanted it half a century ago are now regarded as ...
... reader of true taste . They indicate , however , the lethargic and unhealthy condition of the public mind , which requires such coarse and strong excitement that the productions which enchanted it half a century ago are now regarded as ...
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Page 278 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups, That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Page 330 - Phoebus lifts his golden fire: The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire. These ears, alas! for other notes repine; A different object do these eyes require; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine; And in my breast the imperfect joys expire; Yet morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that...
Page 95 - Less than a god they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell!
Page 127 - Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be, In every work regard the writer's end, Since none can compass more than they intend; And if the means be just, the conduct true, Applause, in spite of trivial faults, is due.
Page 89 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar...
Page 200 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman.
Page 91 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.
Page 256 - See, what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Page 147 - Neither a borrower nor a lender be ; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
Page 95 - Now strike the golden lyre again: A louder yet, and yet a louder strain ! Break his bands of sleep asunder And rouse him like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark ! the horrid sound Has raised up his head : As awaked from the dead, And amazed he stares around. Revenge, revenge...