Essays: On self-love. On the conduct of life: or, Advice to a school-boy. On the fine arts. The fight. On want of money. On the feeling of immortality in youth. The main-chance. The opera. Of persons one would wish to have seen. My first acquaintance with poets. The shyness of scholors. The Vatican. On the spirit of monarchy |
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Sivu 36
But I appeal to every one whether this is a true account of human nature . There
is indeed a false and bastard kind of feeling commonly called sensibility , which
is governed altogether by this reaction of pity on our own minds , and which ...
But I appeal to every one whether this is a true account of human nature . There
is indeed a false and bastard kind of feeling commonly called sensibility , which
is governed altogether by this reaction of pity on our own minds , and which ...
Sivu 76
True equality is the only true morality or true wisdom . Remember always that you
are but one among others , and you can hardly mistake your place in society . In
your father's house , you might do as you pleased : in the world , you will find ...
True equality is the only true morality or true wisdom . Remember always that you
are but one among others , and you can hardly mistake your place in society . In
your father's house , you might do as you pleased : in the world , you will find ...
Sivu 127
Not only is the general tone perfectly true , but every speck and particle is varied
in colour , in relief , in texture , with a care , a felicity , and an effect which is
almost magical . His light and shade are equally admirable . No one else ,
perhaps ...
Not only is the general tone perfectly true , but every speck and particle is varied
in colour , in relief , in texture , with a care , a felicity , and an effect which is
almost magical . His light and shade are equally admirable . No one else ,
perhaps ...
Sivu 139
In surrounding different objects with a medium of imagination , solemn or
dazzling , he was a true poet ; in all the rest he was a mere painter , but a painter
of no common stamp . The powers of his hand were equal to those of his eye ;
and ...
In surrounding different objects with a medium of imagination , solemn or
dazzling , he was a true poet ; in all the rest he was a mere painter , but a painter
of no common stamp . The powers of his hand were equal to those of his eye ;
and ...
Sivu 190
These were true patrons and true critics ; and , as there were no others ( for the
world , in general , merely looked on and wondered ) , there can be little doubt
that such a period of dearth of factitious patronage would be most favourable to
the ...
These were true patrons and true critics ; and , as there were no others ( for the
world , in general , merely looked on and wondered ) , there can be little doubt
that such a period of dearth of factitious patronage would be most favourable to
the ...
Mitä ihmiset sanovat - Kirjoita arvostelu
Yhtään arvostelua ei löytynyt.
Muita painoksia - Näytä kaikki
Yleiset termit ja lausekkeet
action admirable affection answer appear beauty become better body called character Coleridge colour common desire distinction equally excellence excited existence expression face fancy feeling fight figure follow future genius give given grace hand head heart hope human idea imagination immediate impressions individual interest Italy keep kind king least less light live look manner matter means mind moral nature never object observation once opinion ourselves pain painted painter passed passion perfection perhaps person physical pleasure portraits present principle pursuit question Raphael reason respect round seems seen self-love sense side speak spirit suppose sympathy taste thing thought tion true truth turn understanding whole wish
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Sivu 406 - Let it pry through the portage of the head Like the brass cannon ; let the brow o'erwhelm it As fearfully as doth a galled rock O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean. Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide, Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit To his full height.
Sivu 214 - Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream : The genius, and the mortal instruments, Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
Sivu 405 - In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility : 5 But, when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger...
Sivu 364 - As he gave out this text, his voice ' rose like a stream of rich distilled perfumes;' and when he came to the two last words, which he pronounced loud, deep, and distinct, it seemed to me, who was then young, as if the sounds had echoed from the bottom of the human heart, and as if that prayer might have floated in solemn silence through the universe. The idea of St. John came into my mind, ' of one crying in the wilderness, who had his loins girt about, and whose food was locusts and wild honey.
Sivu 85 - Whose honours with increase of ages grow, As streams roll down, enlarging as they flow ; Nations unborn your mighty names shall sound, And worlds applaud that must not yet be found...
Sivu 344 - But why then publish? Granville the polite, And knowing Walsh, would tell me I could write; Well-natured Garth inflamed with early praise; And Congreve loved, and Swift endured my lays; The courtly Talbot, Somers, Sheffield read; Ev'n mitred Rochester would nod the head, And St. John's self (great Dryden's friends before) With open arms received one poet more.
Sivu 453 - Fear made her devils, and weak hope her gods; Gods partial, changeful, passionate, unjust, Whose attributes were rage, revenge, or lust; Such as the souls of cowards might conceive, And, form'd like tyrants, tyrants would believe.
Sivu 272 - On some fond breast the parting soul relies, Some pious drops the closing eye requires; E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th...
Sivu 386 - Coleridge's cottage. I think I see him now. He answered in some degree to his friend's description of him, but was more gaunt and Don Quixote-like. He was quaintly dressed (according to the costume of that unconstrained period) in a brown fustian jacket and striped pantaloons. There was something of a roll, a lounge in his gait, not unlike his own
Sivu 279 - Search then the ruling passion: there, alone, The wild are constant, and the cunning known; The fool consistent, and the false sincere; Priests, princes, women, no dissemblers here.