The Port Folio, 第 2 巻Editor and Asbury Dickens, 1809 |
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... verse of Persius : Nil te quaesiveris extra . In which the philosopher showed his contempt of ambition , and the superficial judgments of the envious , satisfied with the applause of his own conscience , always calm and always intent on ...
... verse of Persius : Nil te quaesiveris extra . In which the philosopher showed his contempt of ambition , and the superficial judgments of the envious , satisfied with the applause of his own conscience , always calm and always intent on ...
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... verse , and that in verse the Goths recorded their actions . It is a dangerous art , inimical to truth , supporting herself by feign- ing and imitation , and rendering the gods accomplices of her crimes ; to excuse her own ...
... verse , and that in verse the Goths recorded their actions . It is a dangerous art , inimical to truth , supporting herself by feign- ing and imitation , and rendering the gods accomplices of her crimes ; to excuse her own ...
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... verses , had forgot to sew and spin , and ne- glected the duties of her sex , in which women ought to seek their glo- ry , instead of applying to studies which distract their souls and fill them with vanity and the rage of disputing ...
... verses , had forgot to sew and spin , and ne- glected the duties of her sex , in which women ought to seek their glo- ry , instead of applying to studies which distract their souls and fill them with vanity and the rage of disputing ...
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... verse was familiar to the ear , and though his rhymes were fre- quent even to satiety , he seems to have avoided the awkwardness of novelty , and the difficulty of unpracticed metres . Donne had not music enough to render his broken ...
... verse was familiar to the ear , and though his rhymes were fre- quent even to satiety , he seems to have avoided the awkwardness of novelty , and the difficulty of unpracticed metres . Donne had not music enough to render his broken ...
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... verse , which Mr. Southey has pro- mulgated in his Thalaba , was neither adopted rashly nor from any vain emulation of originality . As the poet himself happily observes , " It is the arabesque ornament of an Arabian tale . " No one ...
... verse , which Mr. Southey has pro- mulgated in his Thalaba , was neither adopted rashly nor from any vain emulation of originality . As the poet himself happily observes , " It is the arabesque ornament of an Arabian tale . " No one ...
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249 ページ - My liege, and madam, — to expostulate What majesty should be, what duty is, Why day is day, night night, and time is time, Were nothing but to waste night, day, and time. Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief...
169 ページ - Again ! again ! again ! And the havoc did not slack, Till a feeble cheer the Dane To our cheering sent us back; — Their shots along the deep slowly boom: Then ceased — and all is wail, As they strike the shattered sail, Or in conflagration pale Light the gloom.
229 ページ - It is now sixteen or seventeen years since I saw the queen of France, then the dauphiness, at Versailles; and surely never lighted on this orb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful vision.
65 ページ - A damn'd defeat was made. Am I a coward ? Who calls me villain ? breaks my pate across ? Plucks off my beard, and blows it in my face ? Tweaks me by the nose ? gives me the lie i' the throat, As deep as to the lungs ? Who does me this ? Ha!
168 ページ - Ye Mariners of England That guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved a thousand years The battle and the breeze ! Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe, And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
166 ページ - Forbid not thee to weep : Nor will the Christian host, Nor will thy father's spirit grieve, To see thee, on the battle's eve, Lamenting, take a mournful leave Of her who loved thee most : She was the rainbow to thy sight ! Thy sun — thy heaven — of lost delight ! ' To-morrow let us do or die. But when the bolt of death is hurled, Ah ! whither then with thee to fly, Shall Outalissi roam the world ? Seek we thy once-loved home...
67 ページ - Of thinking too precisely on the event, A thought which quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom And ever three parts coward, I do not know Why yet I live to say ' This thing's to do;' Sith I have cause and will and strength and means To do't.
536 ページ - Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As, to be hated, needs but to be seen; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
249 ページ - tis true : 'tis true, 'tis pity ; And pity 'tis, 'tis true : a foolish figure ; But farewel it, for I will use no art. Mad let us grant him then: and now remains, That we find out the cause of this effect; Or, rather say, the cause of this defect ; For this effect, defective, comes by cause: Thus it remains, and the remainder thus.
169 ページ - Now here let us place the gray stone of her cairn ; Why speak ye no word ! " — said Glenara the stern. " And tell me, I charge you ! ye clan of my spouse, Why fold ye your mantles, why cloud ye your brows?