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... imagination , of understanding and prejudice . The soul , by reason of its weakness , is an aggregating and an exclusive principle ; it clings obstinately to some things , and violently rejects others . And it must 10 THE SPIRIT OF THE AGE ...
... imagination , of understanding and prejudice . The soul , by reason of its weakness , is an aggregating and an exclusive principle ; it clings obstinately to some things , and violently rejects others . And it must 10 THE SPIRIT OF THE AGE ...
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... imagination take wing ( with our speculative faculties ) to the other side of the globe or to the ends of the universe , could our eyes behold whatever our reason teaches us to be possible , could our hands reach as far as our thoughts ...
... imagination take wing ( with our speculative faculties ) to the other side of the globe or to the ends of the universe , could our eyes behold whatever our reason teaches us to be possible , could our hands reach as far as our thoughts ...
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... imagination and the heart , that is , to the natural feelings of mankind , it admits of none ! Mr. Bentham , in adjusting the provisions of a penal code , lays too little stress on the co - operation of the natural prejudices of mankind ...
... imagination and the heart , that is , to the natural feelings of mankind , it admits of none ! Mr. Bentham , in adjusting the provisions of a penal code , lays too little stress on the co - operation of the natural prejudices of mankind ...
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... imagination like the blankets made of wreaths of snow under which the wild wood- rovers bury themselves for weeks in winter ? Or the skin of a leopard , which our hardy adventurer slew , and which served him for great - coat and bedding ...
... imagination like the blankets made of wreaths of snow under which the wild wood- rovers bury themselves for weeks in winter ? Or the skin of a leopard , which our hardy adventurer slew , and which served him for great - coat and bedding ...
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... imagination to the good old times , " when in Auvergne alone , there were three hundred nobles whose most ordinary ac- tions were robbery , rape , and murder , " when the castle of each Norman baron was a strong hold from which the ...
... imagination to the good old times , " when in Auvergne alone , there were three hundred nobles whose most ordinary ac- tions were robbery , rape , and murder , " when the castle of each Norman baron was a strong hold from which the ...
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339 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds rolling dun, Where furious Frank, and fiery Hun, Shout in their sulph'rous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry ! Few, few, shall part where many meet ! The snow shall be their winding-sheet, And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.
143 ÆäÀÌÁö - Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much; Who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind.
58 ÆäÀÌÁö - That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct As water is in water.
374 ÆäÀÌÁö - High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin, That all with one consent praise new-born gawds, Though they are made and moulded of things past, And give to dust that is a little gilt More laud than gilt o'er-dusted.
238 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...
338 ÆäÀÌÁö - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly.
70 ÆäÀÌÁö - Diminished shrunk from the more withering scene ! Ah Bard tremendous in sublimity ! Could I behold thee in thy loftier mood Wandering at eve with finely frenzied eye Beneath some vast old tempest-swinging wood ! Awhile with mute awe gazing I would brood : Then weep aloud in a wild ecstasy ! LINES COMPOSED WHILE CLIMBING THE LEFT ASCENT OF BROCKLEY COOMB, SOMERSETSHIRE, MAY, 1795.
358 ÆäÀÌÁö - Now upon Syria's land of roses Softly the light of eve reposes, And like a glory the broad sun Hangs over sainted Lebanon, Whose head in wintry grandeur towers And whitens with eternal sleet, While summer in a vale of flowers Is sleeping rosy at his feet.
238 ÆäÀÌÁö - Anon his heart revives : her vespers done, Of all its wreathed pearls her hair she frees; Unclasps her warmed jewels one by one; Loosens her fragrant bodice; by degrees Her rich attire creeps rustling to her knees: 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.
145 ÆäÀÌÁö - Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he?