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The Author's Jewel: Consisting of Essays, Miscellaneous, Literary and Moral ...
Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2018
The Author's Jewel: Consisting of Essays, Miscellaneous, Literary and Moral
Dr Stephen Simpson
Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2016
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Seite ii - BBOWN, of the said district, hath deposited in this office the title of a book, the right whereof he claims as author, in the words following, to wit : " Sertorius : or, the Roman Patriot.
Seite 212 - Whoever wishes to attain an English style, familiar but not coarse, and elegant but not ostentatious, must give his days and nights to the volumes of Addison...
Seite 79 - And live there men who slight immortal fame ? Who then with incense shall adore our name ? But, mortals ! know, 'tis still our greatest pride To blaze those virtues which the good would hide. Rise ! Muses, rise ! add all your tuneful breath ; These must not sleep in darkness and in death.
Seite 41 - O God! methinks, it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run: How many make the hour full complete, How many hours bring about the day, How many days will finish up the year, How many years a mortal man may live.
Seite 205 - Morn ; all Heaven, And happy constellations, on that hour Shed their selectest influence ; the earth Gave sign of gratulation, and each hill ; Joyous the birds ; fresh gales and gentle airs Whispered it to the woods, and from their wings Flung rose, flung odours from the spicy shrub, Disporting, till the amorous bird of night Sung spousal, and bid haste the evening star On his hill top to light the bridal lamp.
Seite 38 - But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell, And there hath been thy bane ; there is a fire And motion of the soul which will not dwell In its own narrow being, but aspire Beyond the fitting medium of desire ; And, but once kindled, quenchless evermore, Preys upon high adventure, nor can tire Of aught but rest ; a fever at the core, Fatal to him who bears, to all who ever bore.
Seite 161 - Not always actions show the man : we find Who does a kindness, is not therefore kind : Perhaps prosperity becahn'd his breast, Perhaps the wind just shifted from the east : Not therefore humble he who seeks retreat, Pride guides his steps, and bids him shun the great : Who combats bravely is not therefore brave...
Seite 149 - The provision, then, which we have here made is no other than Human Nature. Nor do I fear that my sensible reader, though most luxurious in his taste, will start, cavil, or be offended, because I have named but one article.
Seite 147 - To the kind reader of our sober clime This way of writing will appear exotic ; Pulci was sire of the half-serious rhyme, Who sang when chivalry was more Quixotic, And revell'd in the fancies of the time, True knights, chaste dames, huge giants, kings despotic, But all these, save the last, being obsolete, I chose a modern subject as more meet.