The Port FolioJoseph Dennie, John Elihu Hall Editor and Asbury Dickens, 1801 |
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Pagina 2
... feel most sensibly how difficult it is to think without emotion , or to speak with that coolness and self control , that temperance and impartiality , which become the biographer . If , however , on any point of history , it be ...
... feel most sensibly how difficult it is to think without emotion , or to speak with that coolness and self control , that temperance and impartiality , which become the biographer . If , however , on any point of history , it be ...
Pagina 6
... feeling which he always preserved ; in his strict and often au- stere temperance ; in his love of occupation that made activity delight ; in his distaste for public diversions , and his preference of simple pleasures . Beginning well ...
... feeling which he always preserved ; in his strict and often au- stere temperance ; in his love of occupation that made activity delight ; in his distaste for public diversions , and his preference of simple pleasures . Beginning well ...
Pagina 11
... feeling ; and the collision of party politics had been inordinately keen . The public mind , having felt a deep and lively interest in it at first , had become weary and exhausted by its unexpected length , and was now ex- tremely ...
... feeling ; and the collision of party politics had been inordinately keen . The public mind , having felt a deep and lively interest in it at first , had become weary and exhausted by its unexpected length , and was now ex- tremely ...
Pagina 12
... feeling and emotion of the heart . Argument , remonstrance , entreaty , persuasion , terror , and warning , fell , now like the music , and now like the thunder of heaven , from his lips . He seemed like Patriotism personified ...
... feeling and emotion of the heart . Argument , remonstrance , entreaty , persuasion , terror , and warning , fell , now like the music , and now like the thunder of heaven , from his lips . He seemed like Patriotism personified ...
Pagina 19
... feel the influence of a peculiar inspira- tion . On these occasions , his mind never laboured , nor appear- ed to be sensible of its own exertions . Every thing came to it spontaneously and unsought for . Yet did it furnish forth such a ...
... feel the influence of a peculiar inspira- tion . On these occasions , his mind never laboured , nor appear- ed to be sensible of its own exertions . Every thing came to it spontaneously and unsought for . Yet did it furnish forth such a ...
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Pagina 195 - Fair Greece ! sad relic of departed worth ! Immortal, though no more ; though fallen, great! Who now shall lead thy scatter'd children forth, And long accustom'd bondage uncreate ? Not such thy sons who whilome did await. The hopeless warriors of a willing doom. In bleak Thermopylae's sepulchral strait — Oh ! who that gallant spirit shall resume, Leap from Eurota's banks, and call thee from the tomb ? LXXIV.
Pagina 193 - A few short hours, and he will rise To give the morrow birth; And I shall hail the main and skies, But not my mother earth. Deserted is my own good hall, Its hearth is desolate; Wild weeds are gathering on the wall, My dog howls at the gate. »Come hither, hither, my little page: Why dost thou weep and wail? Or dost thou dread the billows' rage, Or tremble at the gale? But dash the tear-drop from thine eye; Our ship is swift and strong: Our fleetest falcon scarce can fly More merrily along«.
Pagina 197 - Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild; Sweet are thy groves, and verdant are thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his honied...
Pagina 195 - For who would trust the seeming sighs Of wife or paramour ? Fresh feeres will dry the bright blue eyes We late saw streaming o'er. For pleasures past I do not grieve, Nor perils gathering near ; My greatest grief is that I leave No thing that claims a tear.
Pagina 59 - His hearers could not cough or look aside from him without loss. He commanded where he spoke, and had his judges angry and pleased at his devotion. No man had their affections more in his power. The fear of every man that heard him was lest he should make an end.
Pagina 524 - Thou smil'st as if thy soul were soaring To heaven, and heaven's God adoring! And who can tell what visions high May bless an infant's sleeping eye! What brighter throne can brightness find To reign on than an infant's mind, Ere sin destroy or error dim The glory of the seraphim?
Pagina 194 - Let winds be shrill, let waves roll high, I fear not wave nor wind; Yet marvel not, Sir Childe, that I Am sorrowful in mind; For I have from my father gone, A mother whom I love, And have no friend, save these alone, But thee — and One above. »My father bless'd me fervently, Yet did not much complain; But sorely will my mother sigh Till I come back again«.
Pagina 76 - No one shall run on the Sabbath day, or walk in his garden or elsewhere, except reverently to and from meeting. "No one shall travel, cook victuals, make beds, sweep house, cut hair, or shave, on the Sabbath day.
Pagina 196 - And yet how lovely in thine age of woe, Land of lost gods and godlike men, art thou ! Thy vales of evergreen, thy hills of snow, Proclaim thee Nature's varied favourite now ; Thy fanes, thy temples to thy surface bow, Commingling slowly with heroic earth, Broke by the share of every rustic plough : So perish monuments of mortal birth, So perish all in turn, save well-recorded Worth ; LXXXVI.
Pagina 416 - The engines thundered through the street, Fire-hook, pipe, bucket, all complete, And torches glared, and clattering feet Along the pavement paced. And one, the leader of the band, From Charing Cross along the Strand, Like stag by beagles hunted hard, Ran till he stopp'd at Vin'gar Yard.