The Spirit of the Age: Or, Contemporary Portraits, Bände 1-2Galignani, 1825 |
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... sense that this is among the ways and means of procuring admiration ) , are the proper catego- ries of his mind he is a lordly writer , is above his own reputation , and condescends to the Muses with a scornful grace ! : Lord Byron ...
... sense that this is among the ways and means of procuring admiration ) , are the proper catego- ries of his mind he is a lordly writer , is above his own reputation , and condescends to the Muses with a scornful grace ! : Lord Byron ...
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... sense - he would have them read what they would read in no one but himself , or he would not give a rush for their applause . He is to be " a chartered libertine , " from whom insults are favours , whose contempt is to be a new ...
... sense - he would have them read what they would read in no one but himself , or he would not give a rush for their applause . He is to be " a chartered libertine , " from whom insults are favours , whose contempt is to be a new ...
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... sense of manhood - who , praised , admired by men of all parties alike , repaid the public liberality by striking a secret and envenomed blow at the reputation of every one who was not the ready tool of power - who strewed the slime of ...
... sense of manhood - who , praised , admired by men of all parties alike , repaid the public liberality by striking a secret and envenomed blow at the reputation of every one who was not the ready tool of power - who strewed the slime of ...
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... he took up the vast chain of being in his hand , and the round world be- came the centre and the soul of all things in some shadowy sense , forlorn of meaning , and around him he beheld the living traces and the sky MR . COLERIDGE . 67.
... he took up the vast chain of being in his hand , and the round world be- came the centre and the soul of all things in some shadowy sense , forlorn of meaning , and around him he beheld the living traces and the sky MR . COLERIDGE . 67.
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... sense rejects the alternative altogether , as a weak stomach rejects the food that is distasteful to it . He hopes on against hope , he believes in all unbelief . He must either repose on actual or on imaginary good . He missed his way ...
... sense rejects the alternative altogether , as a weak stomach rejects the food that is distasteful to it . He hopes on against hope , he believes in all unbelief . He must either repose on actual or on imaginary good . He missed his way ...
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Seite 134 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Seite 135 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank, and fiery Hun, Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave ! And charge with all thy chivalry ! Few, few, shall part where many meet ! The snow shall be their winding sheet, And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.
Seite 53 - Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much; Who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind.
Seite 114 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint: She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven: Porphyro grew faint: She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Seite 59 - That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct As water is in water.
Seite 114 - Of fruits, and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device, Innumerable of stains and splendid dyes, As are the tiger-moth's deep-damask'd wings; And in the midst, 'mong thousand heraldries, And twilight saints, and dim emblazonings, A shielded scutcheon blush'd with blood of queens and kings.
Seite 73 - I behold thee in thy loftier mood, Wand'ring at eve, with finely frenzied eye, Beneath some vast old tempest-swinging wood ! Awhile, with mute awe gazing, I would brood, Then weep aloud in a wild ecstasy.
Seite 114 - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in seaweed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.
Seite 146 - When tides were neap, and, in the sultry day, Through the tall bounding mud-banks made their way, Which on each side rose swelling, and below The dark warm flood ran silently and slow; There anchoring, Peter chose from man to hide, There hang his head, and view the lazy tide In its hot slimy channel slowly glide...
Seite 104 - The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself; * Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like the baseless fabric of a vision, Leave not a wreck behind.