Literary Chit-Chat, with miscellaneous poems and an appendix of prose papersJames Madden, 1848 - 495 ページ |
目次
| 55 | |
| 62 | |
| 74 | |
| 91 | |
| 109 | |
| 118 | |
| 125 | |
| 139 | |
| 144 | |
| 168 | |
| 180 | |
| 207 | |
| 212 | |
| 299 | |
| 304 | |
| 326 | |
| 335 | |
| 347 | |
| 354 | |
| 361 | |
| 367 | |
| 373 | |
| 380 | |
| 386 | |
| 392 | |
| 469 | |
他の版 - すべて表示
多く使われている語句
admiration Allan Cunningham allude amongst Bacon beautiful believe blank-verse Campbell Caroline Bowles character Coleridge couplet critics D. L. Richardson DEAR SIR death delight Dryden Edinburgh Review edition effect English Essay expression exquisite fancy feeling genius hand Haydon Hazlitt heart honor human intellect Joanna Baillie Joseph Warton king Lady Byron Landor Leigh Hunt less Letitia Elizabeth Landon letter lines literary literature living look Lord Byron Macaulay mankind merit Milton mind moral nature never noble o'er observe opinion passage perhaps philosopher pleasure poem poet poet's poetical poetry Pope praise prose readers recollect Review rhymes satire Scott seems Shakspeare Shelley Sir Walter Scott Sonnets sort soul Southey speak specimen spirit stanza style taste thee thing thou thought tion true truth turn verse Walter Savage Landor wish word Wordsworth writer wrote
人気のある引用
84 ページ - what I may seem to the world, but, as to myself, I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the sea shore and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.
494 ページ - And e'en the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul : While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things. * A
494 ページ - OF MIND. That blessed mood In which the burden of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world, Is lightened :—that serene and blessed mood In which the affections gently lead us on, Until the breath of this corporeal
238 ページ - And so obliging that he ne'er obliged ; Like Cato give his little senate laws And sit attentive to his own applause; While wits and templars every sentence raise And wonder with a foolish face of praise— Who but must laugh if such a man there be— Who would not weep
279 ページ - And still she slept an azure-lidded sleep, In blanched linen, smooth and lavender'd, While he from forth the closet brought a heap Of candied apple, quince, and plum, and gourd , With jellies soother than the creamy curd, And lucent syrups, tinct with cinnamon ; Manna and dates, in argosy transferr'd From Fez
272 ページ - As the last cloud of an expiring storm, Whose thunder is its knell; he, as I guess, Had gazed on Nature's naked loveliness Acteon-like, and now he fled astray With feeble steps, o'er the world's wilderness, And his own thoughts, along that rugged way, Pursued, like raging hounds, their father and their prey.
73 ページ - Who reads, Incessantly, and to his reading brings not A spirit and judgment equal or superior (And what he brings, what need he elsewhere seek) Uncertain and unsettled still remains ; Deep versed in books and shallow in himself, Crude or intoxicate, collecting toys And trifles for choice matters, with a
225 ページ - smile, and smooth the bed of death, Explore the thought, explain the asking eye, And keep awhile one parent from the sky! On cares like these, if length of days attend, May heaven, to bless those days, preserve my friend, Preserve him social, cheerful and serene, And just as rich as when he served a queen.
291 ページ - To be no more ; sad cure ; for who would lose, Though full of pain, this intellectual being, Those thoughts that wander through eternity, To perish rather, swallowed up and lost In the wide womb of uncreated night, Devoid of sense and motion
492 ページ - SPRING. I heard a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sat reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. In her fair works did nature link The human soul that through me ran, And much it