Sketches from Nature: Taken, and Coloured, in a Journey to Margate. Published from the Original Designs, Band 1J. Dodsley, 1790 |
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... lights and fhades , and give every part its true tone of colouring.- 1 Wherever I turn my eye , NATURE ... is the great object it fixes on . I catch all the little incidents fhe throws in my way , -whether they arife from . her filent ...
... lights and fhades , and give every part its true tone of colouring.- 1 Wherever I turn my eye , NATURE ... is the great object it fixes on . I catch all the little incidents fhe throws in my way , -whether they arife from . her filent ...
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... -make them fufpend all the graces of courtefy , -and involve fuch legions of wretches in the com- plicated miseries of war ! - THE THE OLD SERVANT . THE reflected light from the white [ 20 ] the world!-that the catching a little ...
... -make them fufpend all the graces of courtefy , -and involve fuch legions of wretches in the com- plicated miseries of war ! - THE THE OLD SERVANT . THE reflected light from the white [ 20 ] the world!-that the catching a little ...
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... light from the white cliffs of FRANCE , on which my eyes were fixed , made them appear to prefs forward on my fight ; and while my imagination was taking a frifk from the STREIGHTS OF DOVER , to the MEDITERRANEAN , and dropping a figh ...
... light from the white cliffs of FRANCE , on which my eyes were fixed , made them appear to prefs forward on my fight ; and while my imagination was taking a frifk from the STREIGHTS OF DOVER , to the MEDITERRANEAN , and dropping a figh ...
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... a more pleafing tone of light . - The Abbè was feated by her on a fopha ; and , at her request , was entertain- ing her with a new piece of CREBIL- VOL . II . H LON , long enough in the family to have the fagacity of [ 97 ]
... a more pleafing tone of light . - The Abbè was feated by her on a fopha ; and , at her request , was entertain- ing her with a new piece of CREBIL- VOL . II . H LON , long enough in the family to have the fagacity of [ 97 ]
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... light , - every alteration in the atmofphere , gives them a different appearance.- I have just been contemplating the wide fcene of waters before me ; that ― hath -- hath lately been darkened by fome clouds which overhung [ 106 ]
... light , - every alteration in the atmofphere , gives them a different appearance.- I have just been contemplating the wide fcene of waters before me ; that ― hath -- hath lately been darkened by fome clouds which overhung [ 106 ]
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Seite 93 - And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
Seite 45 - The picture of the mind revives again : While here I stand, not only with the sense Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts That in this moment there is life and food For future years.
Seite 5 - In my distress I called upon the Lord, and cried unto my God : he heard my voice out of his temple, and my cry came before him, even into his ears.
Seite 1 - Form ! Risest from forth thy silent Sea of Pines, How silently ! Around thee and above Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass : methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge ! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy...
Seite 132 - WHATEVER is fitted in any sort to excite the ideas of pain and danger, that is to say, whatever is in any sort terrible, or is conversant about terrible objects, or operates in a manner analogous to terror, is a source of the sublime; that is, it is productive of the strongest emotion which the mind is capable of feeling.
Seite 4 - In thoughts from the visions of the night, When deep sleep falleth on men, Fear came upon me, and trembling, Which made all my bones to shake. Then a spirit passed before my face; The hair of my flesh stood up : It stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof: An image was before mine eyes, There was silence, and I heard a voice, saying, Shall mortal man be more just than God? Shall a man be more pure than his maker?
Seite 2 - Thou first and chief, sole sovran of the vale ! O struggling with the darkness all the night, And visited all night by troops of stars, Or when they climb the sky, or when they sink ; Companion of the morning star at dawn, Thyself earth's rosy star, and of the dawn Co-herald ! wake, O wake, and utter praise ! Who sank thy sunless pillars deep in earth ? Who filled thy countenance with rosy light ? Who made thee parent of perpetual streams...
Seite 57 - The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school; The watchdog's voice that bayed the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And filled each pause the nightingale had made.