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... that country . After his return , M. de Chateaubriand would perhaps have deter- mined to resume his labours in the Mercure , had he not found the spirit of that journal entirely altered , and had he not been dis- gusted vi Page.
... that country . After his return , M. de Chateaubriand would perhaps have deter- mined to resume his labours in the Mercure , had he not found the spirit of that journal entirely altered , and had he not been dis- gusted vi Page.
Page ix
... perhaps have written in colder blood , because their eyes were then familiarized with the horrors which they saw incessantly renewed . But can the soul of a great writer remain torpid when liberty dawns upon his unfortunate country ...
... perhaps have written in colder blood , because their eyes were then familiarized with the horrors which they saw incessantly renewed . But can the soul of a great writer remain torpid when liberty dawns upon his unfortunate country ...
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... perhaps , think , from my descrip- tion , that nothing can be more frightful than the Roman environs ; but in this conjecture you would be egregiously mistaken . They possess an inconceivable grandeur , and in contemplating them , you ...
... perhaps , think , from my descrip- tion , that nothing can be more frightful than the Roman environs ; but in this conjecture you would be egregiously mistaken . They possess an inconceivable grandeur , and in contemplating them , you ...
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... perhaps , deem it more remarkable that Ariosto composed his 66 ' fables comiques ” * at the same place in which Horace enjoyed the good things of this world . It has excited surprise that the author of Orlando Furioso , when living in ...
... perhaps , deem it more remarkable that Ariosto composed his 66 ' fables comiques ” * at the same place in which Horace enjoyed the good things of this world . It has excited surprise that the author of Orlando Furioso , when living in ...
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... perhaps , seen it when he describes in his Hell those showers of ever - burning fire , which descend slowly and in silence " come di neve in Alpe senza vento . " " Arivammo ad una landa Che dal suo letto ogni pianta rimove Lo spazzo er ...
... perhaps , seen it when he describes in his Hell those showers of ever - burning fire , which descend slowly and in silence " come di neve in Alpe senza vento . " " Arivammo ad una landa Che dal suo letto ogni pianta rimove Lo spazzo er ...
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Page 161 - Ah ! who can tell how many a soul sublime Has felt the influence of malignant star, And waged with Fortune an eternal war ! Checked by the scoff of Pride, by Envy's frown, And Poverty's unconquerable bar, In life's low vale remote has pined alone, Then dropt into the grave, unpitied and unknown ! ii.
Page 139 - Wilt thou be gone ? it is not yet near day : It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear ; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree : Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
Page 110 - They, looking back, all the eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late their happy seat, Waved over by that flaming brand; the gate With dreadful faces thronged and fiery arms. Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon; The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide. They, hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way.
Page 107 - Nature's sweet restorer, balmy Sleep ! He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where Fortune smiles ; the wretched he forsakes : Swift on his downy pinion flies from woe, And lights on lids unsullied with a tear. From short (as usual) and disturb'd repose, I wake : how happy they, who wake no more ! Yet that were vain, if dreams infest the grave. I wake, emerging from a sea of dreams Tumultuous ; where my wreck'd desponding thought, From wave to wave of fancied misery, At random drove, her helm...
Page 145 - MAN, that is born of a woman, hath but a short time to live, and is full of misery. He cometh up, and is cut down like a flower ; he fleeth as it were a shadow, and never continueth in one stay.
Page 139 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn; No nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops. I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Page 131 - ... an usurper and a murderer not only odious but despicable, he therefore added drunkenness to his other qualities, knowing that kings love wine like other men, and that wine exerts its natural power upon kings. These are the petty cavils of petty minds; a poet overlooks the casual distinction of country and condition, as a painter, satisfied with the figure, neglects the drapery.
Page 119 - Sweet harmonist ! and beautiful as sweet ! And young as beautiful ! and soft as young ! And gay as soft ! and innocent as gay ! And happy (if aught happy here) as good ! For Fortune fond, had built her nest on high.
Page 162 - Good counteracting ill, and gladness woe. With gold and gems if Chilian mountains glow ; If bleak and barren Scotia's hills arise ; There plague and poison, lust and rapine grow ; Here peaceful are the vales, and pure the skies, And freedom fires the soul, and sparkles in the eyes* VII. Then grieve not, thou, to whom th...
Page 116 - Ah, happy hills, ah, pleasing shade, Ah, fields beloved in vain, Where once my careless childhood stray'd, A stranger yet to pain ? I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.