A Thousand Thoughts from Various AuthorsArthur B. Davison Longmans, Green, and Company, 1880 - 374 sider |
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Side 5
... ancient arms . Cowley , Essay on Agriculture . ALPS . ABOVE me are the Alps , The palaces of Nature , whose vast walls Have pinnacled in clouds their snowy scalps , And throned Eternity in icy halls Of cold sublimity , where forms and ...
... ancient arms . Cowley , Essay on Agriculture . ALPS . ABOVE me are the Alps , The palaces of Nature , whose vast walls Have pinnacled in clouds their snowy scalps , And throned Eternity in icy halls Of cold sublimity , where forms and ...
Side 9
... ancient architecture has never once been called in question , and is abundantly testified by the awful ruins of amphitheatres , aqueducts , arches and columns , that are the daily objects of veneration , though not of imitation . This ...
... ancient architecture has never once been called in question , and is abundantly testified by the awful ruins of amphitheatres , aqueducts , arches and columns , that are the daily objects of veneration , though not of imitation . This ...
Side 13
... ancient building which we remember almost entire ; these remem- brances sweep over the mind with an enchanting power of tenderness and melancholy , at whose bidding the pleasures , the business , the ambition of the present moment ...
... ancient building which we remember almost entire ; these remem- brances sweep over the mind with an enchanting power of tenderness and melancholy , at whose bidding the pleasures , the business , the ambition of the present moment ...
Side 14
... ancient days Have wrought with godlike arm the deed of praise , Feels not the spirit of the place control , Or rouse and agitate his labouring soul ? Say , who by thinking on Canadian hills , Or wild Aosta lulled by Alpine rills , Or ...
... ancient days Have wrought with godlike arm the deed of praise , Feels not the spirit of the place control , Or rouse and agitate his labouring soul ? Say , who by thinking on Canadian hills , Or wild Aosta lulled by Alpine rills , Or ...
Side 21
... ancient song - inditers Soared many a pitch above our modern writers : Our numbers may be more refined than those , But what we've gained in verse we've lost in prose . Their words no shuffling double meaning knew ; Their speech was ...
... ancient song - inditers Soared many a pitch above our modern writers : Our numbers may be more refined than those , But what we've gained in verse we've lost in prose . Their words no shuffling double meaning knew ; Their speech was ...
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Addison admiration Æneid æther ages ancient beauty behold breath bright Byron canto charms clouds colours Correggio Cowper death delight divine doth dream Dryden earth Essay Faerie Queene fair fame fancy feel Felicia Hemans flowers garden genius gentle give glorious glory gold grace grave green happy hath heart heaven honour human humour Iliad imagination Italy Jeremy Collier Jeremy Taylor Joanna Baillie kind language Leigh Hunt Letter light live look mankind memory mind morning nature never noble o'er passion pleasing pleasure poet poetry reason rich Richter rise Rome ruin scene secret seems sense Sermons shade shining Siege of Corinth Sir Walter Scott smile Soame Jenyns soft song soul Spectator Spenser spirit spring sweet taste Tatler thee things thou thought thousand tion trees Tristram Shandy truth virtue Washington Irving WESTMINSTER ABBEY wind
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Side 33 - ... books are not absolutely dead things, but do contain a potency of life in them to be as active as that soul was whose progeny they are; nay they do preserve as in a vial the purest efficacy and extraction of that living intellect that bred them. I know they are as lively, and as vigorously productive, as those fabulous dragons teeth; and being sown up and down, may chance to spring up armed men.
Side 234 - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring, Or chasms and watery depths; all these have vanished; They live no longer in the faith of reason.
Side 135 - What wondrous life is this I lead ! Ripe apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The nectarine, and curious peach, Into my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Insnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
Side 24 - Beauty is Nature's brag, and must be shown In courts, at feasts, and high solemnities, Where most may wonder at' the workmanship ; It is for homely features to keep home, They had their name thence ; coarse complexions, And cheeks of sorry grain, will serve to ply The sampler, and to tease the huswife's wool.
Side 359 - When I look upon the tombs of the great, every emotion of envy dies in me ; when I read the epitaphs of the beautiful, every inordinate desire goes out ; when I meet with the grief of parents upon a tomb-stone, my heart melts with compassion ; when I see the tomb of the parents themselves, I consider the vanity of grieving for those whom we must quickly...
Side 90 - On this question of principle, while actual suffering was yet afar off', they raised their flag against a power to which, for purposes of foreign conquest and subjugation, Rome, in the height of her glory, is not to be compared; a power, which has dotted over the surface of the whole globe with her possessions and military posts; whose morning drum-beat, following the sun, and keeping company with the hours, circles the earth daily with one continuous and unbroken strain of the martial airs of England.
Side 163 - Happy the man, and happy he alone, He, who can call to-day his own: He who secure within, can say, To-morrow do thy worst, for I have lived to-day.
Side 5 - Above me are the Alps, The palaces of Nature, whose vast walls Have pinnacled in clouds their snowy scalps, And throned Eternity in icy halls Of cold sublimity...
Side 239 - Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes; As he were fearful that an April night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music...
Side 19 - I HAVE observed, that a reader seldom peruses a book with pleasure, till he knows whether the writer of it be a black or a fair man, of a mild or choleric disposition, married or a bachelor, with other particulars of the like nature, that conduce very much to the right understanding of an author.