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... ideas and feelings . He makes virtue serve as a foil to vice ; dandyism is ( for want of any other ) a variety of genius . A classical intoxication is followed by the splashing of soda - water , by frothy effusions of ordinary bile ...
... ideas and feelings . He makes virtue serve as a foil to vice ; dandyism is ( for want of any other ) a variety of genius . A classical intoxication is followed by the splashing of soda - water , by frothy effusions of ordinary bile ...
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... idea of fancied perfection , we easily get tired of our idol . When a man is tired of what he is , by a natural perversity he sets up for what he is not . If he is a poet , he pretends to be a metaphysician : if he is a patrician in ...
... idea of fancied perfection , we easily get tired of our idol . When a man is tired of what he is , by a natural perversity he sets up for what he is not . If he is a poet , he pretends to be a metaphysician : if he is a patrician in ...
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... idea all the rest of their lives but of this achievement , of a fellowship and dinner , and who , installed in academic honours , would look down on our author as a mere strolling bard ! At Christ's Hospital , where he was brought up ...
... idea all the rest of their lives but of this achievement , of a fellowship and dinner , and who , installed in academic honours , would look down on our author as a mere strolling bard ! At Christ's Hospital , where he was brought up ...
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... ideas indeed are like a river , flow- ing on for ever , and still murmuring as it flows , discharging its waters and still replenished- " And so by many winding nooks it strays , With willing sport to the wild ocean ! " learning ...
... ideas indeed are like a river , flow- ing on for ever , and still murmuring as it flows , discharging its waters and still replenished- " And so by many winding nooks it strays , With willing sport to the wild ocean ! " learning ...
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... ideas of things in the eternal mind , and unfolded all mysteries with the Schoolmen and fathomed the depths of Duns Scotus and Thomas Aquinas , and entered the third hea- ven with Jacob Behmen , and walked hand in hand with Swedenborg ...
... ideas of things in the eternal mind , and unfolded all mysteries with the Schoolmen and fathomed the depths of Duns Scotus and Thomas Aquinas , and entered the third hea- ven with Jacob Behmen , and walked hand in hand with Swedenborg ...
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146 ÆäÀÌÁö - He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument.
116 ÆäÀÌÁö - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in sea-weed, 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.
137 ÆäÀÌÁö - Far flashed the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stained snow, And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. '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.
57 ÆäÀÌÁö - Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he?
116 ÆäÀÌÁö - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast...
106 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
108 ÆäÀÌÁö - It is the first mild day of March: Each minute sweeter than before, The red-breast sings from the tall larch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the bare trees, and mountains bare, And grass in the green field.
115 ÆäÀÌÁö - Out went the taper as she hurried in ; Its little smoke, in pallid moonshine, died: She closed the door, she panted, all akin To spirits of the air, and visions wide : No uttered syllable, or, woe betide...
136 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
119 ÆäÀÌÁö - I WISH I was where Anna lies, For I am sick of lingering here ; And every hour, affection cries, Go and partake her humble bier. I wish I could ! for when she died, I lost my all ; and life has proved, Since that sad hour, a dreary void, A waste unlovely, and unloved.