The British Prose Writers...: Fitzosborne's lettersJ. Sharpe, 1821 - British prose literature |
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... rise a Phœbus for thy pains . This ænigma , which has exercised the guesses of many a learned critic , remains yet unexplained ; which I mention not only as an instance of the wonderful penetration which is necessary to render a man a ...
... rise a Phœbus for thy pains . This ænigma , which has exercised the guesses of many a learned critic , remains yet unexplained ; which I mention not only as an instance of the wonderful penetration which is necessary to render a man a ...
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... rise out of her ashes even with more lustre than before ; was yet unable , during a whole life , to fill up those lasting vacancies in his friendship : a reflection which reminds me of re- newing my solicitations , that you would be ...
... rise out of her ashes even with more lustre than before ; was yet unable , during a whole life , to fill up those lasting vacancies in his friendship : a reflection which reminds me of re- newing my solicitations , that you would be ...
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... rise up amongst us , yet I know not whether our nation can supply us with a single orator of deserved eminence . One cannot but be surprised at this , when it is con- sidered that we have a profession set apart for the purposes of ...
... rise up amongst us , yet I know not whether our nation can supply us with a single orator of deserved eminence . One cannot but be surprised at this , when it is con- sidered that we have a profession set apart for the purposes of ...
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... rise in sense as they improve in sound . I am , & c . XV . TO CLEORA . Aug. 11 , 1738 . THOUGH it is but a few hours since I parted from my Cleora , yet I have already , you see , taken up my pen to write to her . You must not expect ...
... rise in sense as they improve in sound . I am , & c . XV . TO CLEORA . Aug. 11 , 1738 . THOUGH it is but a few hours since I parted from my Cleora , yet I have already , you see , taken up my pen to write to her . You must not expect ...
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... rise , Choke the parch'd earth , and blacken all the skies : In such a cloud the god , from combat driven , High o'er the dusty whirlwind scales the heaven . There is a description in the eighth book , which Eustathius , it seems ...
... rise , Choke the parch'd earth , and blacken all the skies : In such a cloud the god , from combat driven , High o'er the dusty whirlwind scales the heaven . There is a description in the eighth book , which Eustathius , it seems ...
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Page 61 - As when the moon, refulgent lamp of night! O'er heaven's clear azure spreads her sacred light, When not a breath disturbs the deep serene, And not a cloud o'ercasts the solemn scene; Around her throne the vivid planets roll, And stars unnumbered gild the glowing pole; O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed, And tip with silver every mountain's head.
Page 18 - He spoke, and awful bends his sable brows, Shakes his ambrosial curls, and gives the nod, The stamp of fate, and sanction of the god : High Heaven with trembling the dread signal took, And all Olympus to the centre shook.
Page 24 - Could all our care elude the gloomy grave, Which claims no less the fearful than the brave, For lust of fame I should not vainly dare In fighting fields, nor urge thy soul to war. But since, alas ! ignoble age must come, Disease, and death's inexorable doom, The life, which others pay, let us bestow, And give to fame what we to nature owe ; Brave though we fall, and honour'd if we live, Or let us glory gain, or glory give...
Page 119 - But touch me, and no minister so sore. Whoe'er offends, at some unlucky time Slides into verse, and hitches in a rhyme, Sacred to ridicule his whole life long, And the sad burthen of some merry song.
Page 20 - And Troy's proud dames, whose garments sweep the ground, Attaint the lustre of my former name, Should Hector basely quit the field of fame! My early youth was bred to martial pains, My soul impels me to the embattled plains: Let me be foremost to defend the throne, And guard my father's glories and my own.
Page 55 - Caosar is as much known by one designation as by the other. The amount then is only this: that the conqueror of Pompey conquered Pompey ; or somebody conquered Pompey; or rather, since Pompey is as little known now as Cssar, somebody conquered somebody. Such a poor business is this boasted immortality! and such is the thing called glory among us '. To discerning men this fame is mere air, and what they despise, if not shun." But surely, " 'twere to consider too curiously," (as Horatio says to Hamlet,)...
Page 61 - As torrents roll, increased by numerous rills, With rage impetuous, down their echoing hills 'Rush to the vales, and pour'd along the plain, Roar through a thousand channels to the main : The distant shepherd trembling hears the sound So mix both hosts, and so their cries rebound.
Page 51 - The poor beetle, which we tread upon, In corporal sufferance feels a pang as great As when a giant dies.
Page 81 - A generous friendship no cold medium knows, Burns with one love, with one resentment glows; One should our interests and our passions be; My friend must hate the man that injures me.
Page 19 - To tender passions all his mighty mind ; His beauteous princess cast a mournful look, Hung on his hand, and then dejected spoke ; Her bosom labor'd with a boding sigh, And the big tear stood trembling in her eye.