The National Review, Volume 6Richard Holt Hutton, Walter Bagehot Robert Theobald, 1858 - Books |
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... Champi , her aim has been to leave the exceptional for the ordinary , to seek for idyllic beau- ties in the extreme of pastoral simplicity , and to make her bu- colic happiness keep within the limits of what would be George Sand . 67.
... Champi , her aim has been to leave the exceptional for the ordinary , to seek for idyllic beau- ties in the extreme of pastoral simplicity , and to make her bu- colic happiness keep within the limits of what would be George Sand . 67.
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Richard Holt Hutton, Walter Bagehot. colic happiness keep within the limits of what would be possible in every hamlet . She depends for her effect upon analysing and exhibiting the play of the more innocent emotions . The love of a girl ...
Richard Holt Hutton, Walter Bagehot. colic happiness keep within the limits of what would be possible in every hamlet . She depends for her effect upon analysing and exhibiting the play of the more innocent emotions . The love of a girl ...
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... limits of his own territory each is preeminently mas- ter ; each has his own proper department in which his strength lies ; whenever either displays weakness , it is commonly in the act of trespassing upon the dominions of the other ...
... limits of his own territory each is preeminently mas- ter ; each has his own proper department in which his strength lies ; whenever either displays weakness , it is commonly in the act of trespassing upon the dominions of the other ...
Page 119
... limit himself to so much , and not talk twenty - shillings worth ; his ignorance is exposed , his remonstrances peremp- torily silenced , and himself condemned to a miserable minority . " Good Master Damplay , be yourself still without ...
... limit himself to so much , and not talk twenty - shillings worth ; his ignorance is exposed , his remonstrances peremp- torily silenced , and himself condemned to a miserable minority . " Good Master Damplay , be yourself still without ...
Page 129
... limit to the changes he can ring , or the extremes his fancy can reconcile ; on that little space he can marshal his armies with varied adventures the whole night . There is something very remarkable in this patient occupation of the ...
... limit to the changes he can ring , or the extremes his fancy can reconcile ; on that little space he can marshal his armies with varied adventures the whole night . There is something very remarkable in this patient occupation of the ...
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Page 192 - I have of late— but wherefore I know not— lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Page 141 - QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright.
Page 123 - Triumph, my Britain ! thou hast one to show, To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe. He was not of an age, but for all time...
Page 192 - What a piece of work is man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel ! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? man delights not me; no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.
Page 124 - Yet must I not give nature all; thy art, My gentle Shakespeare, must enjoy a part ; For though the poet's matter nature be, His art doth give the fashion : and, that he Who casts to write a living line, must sweat, (Such as thine are) and strike the second heat Upon the Muses...
Page 124 - Sweet Swan of Avon ! what a sight it were To see thee in our waters yet appear, And make those flights upon the banks of Thames, That so did take Eliza, and our James ! But stay ! I see thee in the hemisphere Advanced, and made a constellation there ! Shine forth, thou Star of poets, and with rage, Or influence, chide, or cheer the drooping stage, Which, since thy flight from hence, hath mourn'd like night, And despairs day, but for thy volume's light.
Page 455 - Dark but not awful, dismal but yet mean, With anxious bustle moves the cumbrous scene; Presents no objects tender or profound, But spreads its cold unmeaning gloom around.
Page 340 - I have been called to a holy office by the Lord himself, who most graciously manifested himself in person to me, his servant, in the year 1743 ; when he opened my sight to the view of the spiritual world, and granted me the privilege of conversing with spirits and angels which I enjoy to this day.
Page 464 - Mother of this unfathomable world ! Favour my solemn song, for I have loved Thee ever, and thee only ; I have watched Thy shadow, and the darkness of thy steps, And my heart ever gazes on the depth Of thy deep mysteries.