A First Gallery of Literary Portraits, 1±ÇJ. Hogg, 1851 - 302ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... writers who contributed to it , became insensibly tinctured by the pervading tone - of polite badinage , of refined sarcasm , of airy cleverness - which was the established esprit de corps . To this , the wild sallies of Sidney Smith ...
... writers who contributed to it , became insensibly tinctured by the pervading tone - of polite badinage , of refined sarcasm , of airy cleverness - which was the established esprit de corps . To this , the wild sallies of Sidney Smith ...
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... writing the half , or perhaps the tithe of his periodical , but , far better , breathing his own spirit as a re ... writer into his just place , threw a friendly veil over his frequent asperity and coarseness , and were , in short , his ...
... writing the half , or perhaps the tithe of his periodical , but , far better , breathing his own spirit as a re ... writer into his just place , threw a friendly veil over his frequent asperity and coarseness , and were , in short , his ...
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... writer of one or two defunct tragedies , a historian , the foun- der of a small but distinguished school of writers , in England and America ; and , in spite of his errors , an exceedingly candid , gene- rous , simple - minded , and ...
... writer of one or two defunct tragedies , a historian , the foun- der of a small but distinguished school of writers , in England and America ; and , in spite of his errors , an exceedingly candid , gene- rous , simple - minded , and ...
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... noxious parts were either expressly or silently renounced by the writer himself . It were vain at this time of day to analyse or argue against a forgotten dream . Enough to acknowledge , which we do WILLIAM GODWIN . 11.
... noxious parts were either expressly or silently renounced by the writer himself . It were vain at this time of day to analyse or argue against a forgotten dream . Enough to acknowledge , which we do WILLIAM GODWIN . 11.
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... writers , yet the bold turn and shoot of the branches , and the fell lustre of the fruit , were all his own ; and that it must always be interesting as one of the most deliberate , laboured , and daring attempts ever made by man , to ...
... writers , yet the bold turn and shoot of the branches , and the fell lustre of the fruit , were all his own ; and that it must always be interesting as one of the most deliberate , laboured , and daring attempts ever made by man , to ...
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Adam Blair admiration Allan Cunningham amid beauty blood breath brow Burke burning bursts Byron Caleb Williams Carlyle Chalmers character Charles Lamb Coleridge colours criticism daring dark death deep Dr Chalmers Dr Johnson dream Dugald Stewart earnest earth Ebenezer Elliott Edinburgh Edinburgh Review Edward Irving eloquence essays eternal face fancy faults feeling fire French Revolution genius gloom glory Goethe grandeur hand Hazlitt heart heaven human imagery imagination immortal intellect Jeremy Taylor language less light literary lofty manly Milton mind Mirabeau moral mountain mystic nature never noble original painting passion peculiar perhaps poem poet poetical poetry popular preaching produced profound sentences sermon shadow Shakspere Shelley Shelley's shining solemn soul sound spirit splendour stars strong style sublime sweet talk taste things Thomas Carlyle thought thunder tion tone trembling truth uttered voice whole wild words Wordsworth writing written youth
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60 ÆäÀÌÁö - Archangel ; but his face Deep scars of thunder had intrenched, and care Sat on his faded cheek ; but under brows Of dauntless courage, and considerate pride Waiting revenge.
188 ÆäÀÌÁö - THE Lord descended from above, And bowed the heavens most high; And underneath his feet he cast The darkness of the sky. 2 On cherub and on cherubim, Full royally, he rode ; And on the wings of mighty winds Came flying all abroad.
228 ÆäÀÌÁö - That day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinner's stay ? How shall he meet that dreadful day...
66 ÆäÀÌÁö - Round whose rude shaft dark ivy-tresses grew Yet dripping with the forest's noonday dew, Vibrated, as the ever-beating heart Shook the weak hand that grasped it; of that crew He came the last, neglected and apart; A herd-abandoned deer struck by the hunter's dart.
35 ÆäÀÌÁö - Almain rutters with their horsemen's staves* Or Lapland giants, trotting by our sides ; Sometimes like women, or unwedded maids, Shadowing more beauty in their airy brows Than have the white breasts of the queen of love...
169 ÆäÀÌÁö - O'er mountain, tower, and town, Or, mirrored in the ocean vast, A thousand fathoms down ! As fresh in yon horizon dark, As young thy beauties seem. As when the eagle from the ark First sported in thy beam. For, faithful to its sacred page, Heaven still rebuilds thy span • Nor lets the type grow pale with age That first spoke peace to man.
67 ÆäÀÌÁö - Give yourself no unnecessary pain, My dear Lord Cardinal. Here, mother, tie My girdle for me, and bind up this hair In any simple knot : ay, that does well. And yours I see is coming down. How often Have we done this for one another ! now We shall not do it any more. My lord, We are quite ready. Well, 'tis very well.
302 ÆäÀÌÁö - And other spirits there are standing apart Upon the forehead of the age to come ; These, these will give the world another heart, And other pulses. Hear ye not the hum Of mighty workings ? Listen awhile, ye nations, and be dumb.
297 ÆäÀÌÁö - Circus' genial laws, And the imperial pleasure. — Wherefore not ? What matters where we fall to fill the maws Of worms — on battle-plains or listed spot ? Both are but theatres where the chief actors rot.
20 ÆäÀÌÁö - I know, but dare not speak : Time may interpret to his silent years. Yet in the paleness of thy thoughtful cheek, And in the light thine ample forehead wears, And in thy sweetest smiles, and in thy tears, And in thy gentle speech, a prophecy Is whispered, to subdue my fondest fears : And, through thine eyes, even in thy soul I see A lamp of vestal fire burning internally.