The Age of Pope (1700-1744)G. Bell and Sons, 1906 - 260 страници |
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... died , and 1744 , the date of Pope's death . I believe that no work of the class will be of real value which gives what may be called literary statistics , and has nothing more to offer . Historical facts and figures have their uses ...
... died , and 1744 , the date of Pope's death . I believe that no work of the class will be of real value which gives what may be called literary statistics , and has nothing more to offer . Historical facts and figures have their uses ...
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... died she was expected to marry again with the same object in view . Mrs. Delany detested , with good cause , the commercial estimate of matrimony . Writing , in 1739 , to Lady Throck- morton , she says , ' Miss Campbell is to be married ...
... died she was expected to marry again with the same object in view . Mrs. Delany detested , with good cause , the commercial estimate of matrimony . Writing , in 1739 , to Lady Throck- morton , she says , ' Miss Campbell is to be married ...
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... died out slowly in this kingdom . Even a great moralist like Dr. Johnson had something to say in its defence , and Sir Walter Scott , who might well have laughed to scorn any imputation of cowardice , was prepared to accept a challenge ...
... died out slowly in this kingdom . Even a great moralist like Dr. Johnson had something to say in its defence , and Sir Walter Scott , who might well have laughed to scorn any imputation of cowardice , was prepared to accept a challenge ...
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... died of a great chair and two bottles of port a day . ' Parnell , who seems to have been in many respects a man of high character , is said to have shortened his life by intemperance ; and Gay , who was cossetted like a favourite lapdog ...
... died of a great chair and two bottles of port a day . ' Parnell , who seems to have been in many respects a man of high character , is said to have shortened his life by intemperance ; and Gay , who was cossetted like a favourite lapdog ...
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... died as recently as 1855 , remembered having seen one there in his childhood . The public exhibition of offenders in the pillory was not calculated to refine the manners of the people . It afforded a cruel enter- tainment to the mob ...
... died as recently as 1855 , remembered having seen one there in his childhood . The public exhibition of offenders in the pillory was not calculated to refine the manners of the people . It afforded a cruel enter- tainment to the mob ...
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Страница 91 - Against the window beats ; then, brisk, alights On the warm hearth ; then, hopping o'er the floor, Eyes all the smiling family askance, And pecks, and starts, and wonders where he is : Till more familiar grown, the table-crumbs Attract his slender feet.
Страница 110 - I hear a voice, you cannot hear, Which says, I must not stay ; I see a hand, you cannot see, Which beckons me away.
Страница 82 - How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful is man...
Страница 82 - Distinguished link in being's endless chain! Midway from nothing to the Deity! A beam ethereal, sullied and absorpt! Though sullied and dishonoured, still divine! Dim miniature of greatness absolute! An heir of glory ! a frail child of dust: Helpless immortal! insect infinite! A worm! a god! I tremble at myself, And in myself am lost.
Страница 117 - Whoe'er has travelled life's dull round, Where'er his stages may have been, May sigh to think he still has found The warmest welcome — at an inn.
Страница 89 - As home he goes beneath the joyous moon. Ye that keep watch in heaven, as earth asleep Unconscious lies, effuse your mildest beams, Ye constellations, while your angels strike, Amid the spangled sky, the silver lyre. Great source of day! best image here below Of thy Creator, ever pouring wide, From world to world, the vital ocean round, On Nature write with every beam His praise.
Страница 148 - She was a very beautiful woman, of a noble spirit, and there was a dignity in her grief amidst all the wildness of her transport which, methought, struck me with an instinct of sorrow, that, before I was sensible of what it was to grieve, seized my very soul, and has made pity the weakness of my heart ever since.
Страница 32 - Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride...
Страница 34 - What though no friends in sable weeds appear, Grieve for an hour, perhaps, then mourn a year, And bear about the mockery of woe To midnight dances, and the public show?
Страница 51 - See Mystery to Mathematics fly! In vain, they gaze, turn giddy, rave, and die. Religion, blushing, veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires. Nor public flame, nor private dares to shine; Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine Lo, thy dread empire, Chaos ! is restored; Light dies before thy uncreating word : Thy hand, great Anarch, lets the curtain fall, And universal darkness buries all.