The Literary History of England in the End of the Eighteenth and Beginning of the Nineteenth Century, Volumen3Macmillan and Company, 1882 |
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... VIII . THE HISTORIANS AND PHILOSOPHERS : HENRY HALLAM , JOSEPH LINGARD JEREMY BENTHAM , JAMES MACKINTOSH , JAMES MILL PAGE 251 283 CHAPTER IX . THEOLOGIANS 368 THE LITERARY HISTORY OF ENGLAND . CHAPTER I. LONDON : vi CONTENTS .
... VIII . THE HISTORIANS AND PHILOSOPHERS : HENRY HALLAM , JOSEPH LINGARD JEREMY BENTHAM , JAMES MACKINTOSH , JAMES MILL PAGE 251 283 CHAPTER IX . THEOLOGIANS 368 THE LITERARY HISTORY OF ENGLAND . CHAPTER I. LONDON : vi CONTENTS .
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... philosophers , and statesmen . They will then remember with strange tenderness many objects once familiar to them , the avenue and the terrace , the busts and the paintings , the carving , the grotesque gilding , the enigmatical mottoes ...
... philosophers , and statesmen . They will then remember with strange tenderness many objects once familiar to them , the avenue and the terrace , the busts and the paintings , the carving , the grotesque gilding , the enigmatical mottoes ...
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... philosopher down to ( what flattered him still more ) the romantic billet of some incognita , or the pressing note of invitation from some fair leader of fashion ; and in place of the desert which London had been to him but a few weeks ...
... philosopher down to ( what flattered him still more ) the romantic billet of some incognita , or the pressing note of invitation from some fair leader of fashion ; and in place of the desert which London had been to him but a few weeks ...
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... philosophers of all nations , " he writes . And it was now that those proposals were made to him by the committee of Greek sympathisers in London which decided his fate . time . Here seemed , indeed , the new opportunity BYRON . ] 125 ...
... philosophers of all nations , " he writes . And it was now that those proposals were made to him by the committee of Greek sympathisers in London which decided his fate . time . Here seemed , indeed , the new opportunity BYRON . ] 125 ...
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... philosopher's son , John Stuart Mill , whose fame is still fresh among us . These were all much greater men than Charles Lamb , the beloved Elia , who scribbled so many years away at a humbler desk under the same roof . Another name ...
... philosopher's son , John Stuart Mill , whose fame is still fresh among us . These were all much greater men than Charles Lamb , the beloved Elia , who scribbled so many years away at a humbler desk under the same roof . Another name ...
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Página 114 - Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep ! He hath awakened from the dream of life. 'Tis we who, lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings.
Página 151 - BRIGHT star ! would I were steadfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night. And watching, with eternal lids apart. Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores...
Página 134 - Homer ruled as his demesne ; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Página 106 - My soul is an enchanted boat, Which, like a sleeping swan, doth float Upon the silver waves of thy sweet singing ; And thine doth like an angel sit Beside the helm conducting it, Whilst all the winds with melody are ringing.
Página 144 - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
Página 68 - The sky is changed! - and such a change! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Página 66 - Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires, — 'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you; for ye are A beauty and a mystery, and create In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.
Página 58 - Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again? Whate'er the theme, the maiden sang As if her song could have no ending; I saw her singing at her work, And o'er the sickle bending; — I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.
Página 262 - With deep affection • And recollection, I often think of Those Shandon bells, "Whose sounds so wild would. In the days of childhood, . . Fling round my cradle Their magic spells. On, this I ponder Where'er I wander, And thus grow fonder, Sweet Cork, of thee,— With thy bells of Shandon, That sound so grand, on The pleasant waters Of the river Lee.
Página 231 - Wow strain I can do myself like any now going ; but the exquisite touch which renders ordinary common-place things and characters interesting from the truth of the description and the sentiment is denied to me.