The American Monthly Magazine, 第 1 巻Peirce and Williams, 1829 |
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... fear began to curdle my blood , and I could feel my hair stir , as if each individual filament were withering at the root . It crept on- and on . There was but one minute left ! I felt a smothering sensation at my heart , and it seemed ...
... fear began to curdle my blood , and I could feel my hair stir , as if each individual filament were withering at the root . It crept on- and on . There was but one minute left ! I felt a smothering sensation at my heart , and it seemed ...
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... fear of God is brooding like a great shadow over the thousand human beings who are sitting still in their dwellings around you , were enough , if there were no other circumstance , to hush the heart into a religious fear . But when the ...
... fear of God is brooding like a great shadow over the thousand human beings who are sitting still in their dwellings around you , were enough , if there were no other circumstance , to hush the heart into a religious fear . But when the ...
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... fear that a universal taste for letters may have for its companion a universal mediocrity of genius . Individuals are , to a considerable degree , the masters of their own fortunes , but states , communities , and masses of men , seem ...
... fear that a universal taste for letters may have for its companion a universal mediocrity of genius . Individuals are , to a considerable degree , the masters of their own fortunes , but states , communities , and masses of men , seem ...
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... fear that we are born in an age too late , ' to aspire to this pre - eminent excellence ? Has not the boldest literary adventurer of the times , room for suspicion that he can hope for nothing better than to be the Longinus or Boethius ...
... fear that we are born in an age too late , ' to aspire to this pre - eminent excellence ? Has not the boldest literary adventurer of the times , room for suspicion that he can hope for nothing better than to be the Longinus or Boethius ...
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... fear to the burning ordeal of time . It is the dissonant quality of such finely mingled natures , that they are ambitious . They feel that they are superior to those about them , and they would win from others the tribute they have ...
... fear to the burning ordeal of time . It is the dissonant quality of such finely mingled natures , that they are ambitious . They feel that they are superior to those about them , and they would win from others the tribute they have ...
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265 ページ - He was the man who of all modern, and perhaps ancient poets, had the largest and most comprehensive soul. All the images of nature were still present to him, and he drew them not laboriously, but luckily : when he describes anything, you more than see it, you feel it too.
265 ページ - This is mentioned to vindicate tragedy from the small esteem, or rather infamy, which in the account of many it undergoes at this day, with other common interludes; happening through the poets' error of intermixing comic stuff with tragic sadness and gravity, or introducing trivial and vulgar persons; which by all judicious hath been counted absurd and brought in without discretion, corruptly to gratify the people.
434 ページ - Blind with thine hair the eyes of Day; Kiss her until she be wearied out, Then wander o'er city, and sea, and land, Touching all with thine opiate wand— Come, long-sought!
272 ページ - Caesar must bleed for it. And, gentle friends, Let's kill him boldly, but not wrathfully; Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods, Not hew him as a carcass fit for hounds...
258 ページ - Next, for hear me out now, readers, that I may tell ye whither my younger feet wandered, I betook me among those lofty fables and romances which recount in solemn cantos the deeds of knighthood founded by our victorious kings, and from hence had in renown over all Christendom.
21 ページ - And time and place are lost ; where eldest Night And Chaos, ancestors of Nature, hold Eternal anarchy, amidst the noise Of endless wars, and by confusion stand...
168 ページ - O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed, And tip with silver every mountain's head ; Then shine the vales, the rocks in prospect rise, A flood of glory bursts from all the skies : The conscious swains, rejoicing in the sight, Eye the blue vault, and bless the useful light.
434 ページ - When I arose and saw the dawn, I sighed for thee; When light rode high, and the dew was gone, And noon lay heavy on flower and tree, And the weary Day turned to his rest, Lingering like an unloved guest, I sighed for thee. Thy brother Death came, and cried, Wouldst thou me ? Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, Shall I nestle near thy side ? Wouldst thou me?
432 ページ - 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...
382 ページ - ... an unheeded process in the skeleton of a mole, and whose mind like his microscope perceives nature only in detail ; the rhymer who makes smooth verses, and paints to our imagination when he should only speak to our hearts; all equally fancy themselves walking forward to immortality, and desire the crowd behind them to look on. The crowd takes them at their word. Patriot, philosopher, and poet, are shouted in their train. Where was there ever so much merit seen ; no times so important as our own...