The Literary Character: Or, The History of Men of Genius, Drawn from Their Own Feelings and Confessions ; Literary Miscellanies: and an Inquiry Into the Character of James the FirstW.J. Widdleton, 1868 - 592 עמודים |
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מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
Adam Smith admirable amidst amusement ancient appears Aristophanes artist Boccaccio Boileau called Cantenac celebrated censure Cicero comedy composed composition confession conversation court critics curious declared delight Descartes discovered domestic fame fancy father favourite feelings French genius habits happy heart historian honour Horace Walpole human Hume humour ideas imagination invention Italian James king king's labour learned letters literary character literature lived Lord Lord Bolingbroke Lord Byron Louis Racine Madame de Maintenon Majesty manners master meditation mind Molière monarch Montesquieu nation nature never observed opinions painter passed passion peculiar perpetual Petrarch philosopher Plutarch poet poetry political preface preserved prince principle pursuits Racine reader reign ridicule royal says scene seems sensibility servant Sir William Jones society solitary sovereign spirit studies style taste thought tion Tristram Shandy truth verses Voltaire volume writers youth
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 331 - Is not a patron, my lord, one who looks with unconcern on a man struggling for life in the water, and, when he has reached ground, encumbers him with help ? The notice which you have been pleased to take of my labours, had it been early had been kind ; but it has been delayed till I am indifferent, and cannot enjoy it ; till I am solitary. and cannot impart it; till I am known, and do not want it.
עמוד 155 - Verily I have cleansed my heart in vain, and washed my hands in innocency. For all the day long have I been plagued, and chastened every morning.
עמוד 53 - When I was yet a child, no childish play To me was pleasing ; all my mind was set Serious to learn and know, and thence to do What might be public good; myself I thought Born to that end, born to promote all truth, All righteous things...
עמוד 266 - Subtle as sphinx ; as sweet, and musical, As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair, And, when love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony. Never durst poet touch a pen to write, Until his ink were temper'd with love's sighs ; O, then his lines would ravish savage ears, And plant in tyrants mild humility.
עמוד 258 - O! FOR my sake do you with Fortune chide The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdu'd To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
עמוד 338 - Guard them, and him within protect from harms. He can requite thee; for he knows the charms That call fame on such gentle acts as these, And he can spread thy name o'er lands and seas, Whatever clime the sun's bright circle warms. Lift not thy spear against the Muses
עמוד 443 - There is no terror, brother Toby, in its looks, but what it borrows from groans and convulsions — and the blowing of noses and the wiping away of tears with the bottoms of curtains, in a dying man's room.
עמוד 27 - The wisdom of a learned man cometh by opportunity of leisure: and he that hath little business shall become wise. How can he get wisdom that holdeth the plough, and that glorieth in the goad, that driveth oxen, and is occupied in their labours, and whose talk is of bullocks?
עמוד 207 - And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart. Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel He nursed the pinion which...
עמוד 115 - But fill their purse, our poet's work is done, Alike to them, by pathos or by pun. O you ! whom vanity's light bark conveys On fame's mad voyage by the wind of praise, With what a shifting gale your course you ply, For ever sunk too low, or born too high! Who pants for glory finds but short repose, A breath revives him, or a breath o'erthrows.