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... seen reading , but always idle , and in mischief , or at play . The truth is , that I read eating , read in bed , read when no one else read , and had read all sorts of reading since I was five years old , and yet never met with a ...
... seen reading , but always idle , and in mischief , or at play . The truth is , that I read eating , read in bed , read when no one else read , and had read all sorts of reading since I was five years old , and yet never met with a ...
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... seen Porson at Cambridge , in the hall of our college , and in private parties , but not frequently and I never can recollect him except as drunk or brutal , and generally both : I mean in an evening , for in the hall he dined at the ...
... seen Porson at Cambridge , in the hall of our college , and in private parties , but not frequently and I never can recollect him except as drunk or brutal , and generally both : I mean in an evening , for in the hall he dined at the ...
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... seen Sheridan drunk , too , with all the world ; but his intoxication was that of Bacchus , and Porson's that of Silenus . Of all the disgusting brutes , sulky , abusive , and intolerable , Porson was the most bestial , as far as the ...
... seen Sheridan drunk , too , with all the world ; but his intoxication was that of Bacchus , and Porson's that of Silenus . Of all the disgusting brutes , sulky , abusive , and intolerable , Porson was the most bestial , as far as the ...
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... seen more land on maps than I should wish to traverse on foot ; of mathematics , enough to give me the headache without clearing the part affected of philosophy astronomy , and meta physics , more than I can comprehend ; and of com- mon ...
... seen more land on maps than I should wish to traverse on foot ; of mathematics , enough to give me the headache without clearing the part affected of philosophy astronomy , and meta physics , more than I can comprehend ; and of com- mon ...
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... seen the proof and manuscript of the critique . You know the system of the Edinburgh gentlemen is universal attack . They praise none ; and neither the public nor the author expects praise from them . It is , however , something to be ...
... seen the proof and manuscript of the critique . You know the system of the Edinburgh gentlemen is universal attack . They praise none ; and neither the public nor the author expects praise from them . It is , however , something to be ...
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Page 11 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness : And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Page 13 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms — the day Battle's magnificently stern array...
Page 21 - Clear, placid Leman! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
Page 12 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass...
Page 135 - Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Page 91 - It might be months, or years, or days, I kept no count, I took no note, I had no hope my eyes to raise, And clear them of their dreary mote...
Page 22 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder...
Page 45 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown.
Page 27 - I STOOD in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs ; A palace and a prison on each hand : I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
Page 27 - In Venice Tasso's echoes are no more, And silent rows the songless gondolier ; Her palaces are crumbling to the shore, And music meets not always now the ear : Those days are gone — but Beauty still is here. States fall, arts fade — but Nature doth not die, Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy ! IV.