My Study WindowsJ.R. Osgood, 1871 - 433 páginas |
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Página 18
... write , I hear an oriole gay as in June , and the plaintive may - be of the goldfinch tells me he is stealing my lettuce - seeds . I know not what the experience of others may have been , but the only bird I have ever heard sing in the ...
... write , I hear an oriole gay as in June , and the plaintive may - be of the goldfinch tells me he is stealing my lettuce - seeds . I know not what the experience of others may have been , but the only bird I have ever heard sing in the ...
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... writes to Wedgewood : " I am sitting by a fire in a rug great- coat . . . . . It is most barbarously cold , and you , I fear , can shield yourself from it only by perpetual imprison- ment . " This thermometrical view of winter is , I ...
... writes to Wedgewood : " I am sitting by a fire in a rug great- coat . . . . . It is most barbarously cold , and you , I fear , can shield yourself from it only by perpetual imprison- ment . " This thermometrical view of winter is , I ...
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... writes : " At this season of the year , and in this gloomy uncomfortable climate , it is no easy matter for the ... writing to the dreadful Newton ? Perhaps his poetry bears truer witness to his habitual feeling , for it is only there ...
... writes : " At this season of the year , and in this gloomy uncomfortable climate , it is no easy matter for the ... writing to the dreadful Newton ? Perhaps his poetry bears truer witness to his habitual feeling , for it is only there ...
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... writing , imaginative , too , not so flushed , not so .... highfaluting ( let me dare the odious word ! ) as the modern style since poets have got hold of a theory that imagination is common- sense turned inside out , and not common ...
... writing , imaginative , too , not so flushed , not so .... highfaluting ( let me dare the odious word ! ) as the modern style since poets have got hold of a theory that imagination is common- sense turned inside out , and not common ...
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... write , it is twenty - odd years ago . The balls fly thick and fast . The uncle defends the waist - high ramparts against a storm of nephews , his breast plastered with decorations like another Radetsky's . How well I recall the ...
... write , it is twenty - odd years ago . The balls fly thick and fast . The uncle defends the waist - high ramparts against a storm of nephews , his breast plastered with decorations like another Radetsky's . How well I recall the ...
Términos y frases comunes
admirable æsthetic beauty Ben Jonson better birds blank verse called Canterbury Tales Carlyle Carlyle's character charm Châteaubriand Chaucer criticism Dante divine doubt edition editor Emerson England English example fancy feeling force French genius George Wither give Goethe grace Halliwell Hazlitt Homer human nature humor ideal imagination instinct Josiah Quincy kind language less Lincoln literary literature living look Marie de France matter means metrist mind modern moral never once original passage passion Percival perhaps Petrarch phrase Piers Ploughman poem poet poetic poetry political Pope Pope's prose Provençal Quincy reader Ritson Roman Rutebeuf satire seems sense sentiment Shakespeare snow soul speak style sure taste thing thou thought tion Trouvères true verse Voltaire whole winter word Wordsworth write
Pasajes populares
Página 419 - Lives through all life, extends through all extent; Spreads undivided, operates unspent! Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect in a hair as heart; As full, as perfect in vile Man that mourns, As the rapt Seraph that adores and burns; To him no high, no low, no great, no...
Página 417 - Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish, or a sparrow fall, Atoms or systems into ruin hurled, And now a bubble burst, and now a world.
Página 422 - Peace to all such! But were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires; Blest with each talent and each art to please. And born to write, converse, and live with ease: Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne; View him with scornful, yev with jealous eyes.
Página 412 - water glide away, And sip, with nymphs, their elemental tea. The graver prude sinks downward to a gnome, In search of mischief still on earth to roam. The light coquettes in sylphs aloft repair, And sport and flutter in the fields of air.
Página 418 - Hope humbly then; with trembling pinions soar, Wait the great teacher Death, and God adore. What future bliss he gives not thee to know, But gives that hope to be thy blessing now. Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always to be blest. The soul, uneasy and confined, from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
Página 415 - Go, from the creatures thy instructions take: Learn from the birds what food the thickets yield; Learn from the beasts the physic of the field; Thy arts of building from the bee receive; Learn of the mole to plough, the worm to weave; Learn of the little nautilus to sail, Spread the thin oar, and catch the driving gale.
Página 418 - Where slaves once more their native land behold, No fiends torment, no Christians thirst for gold. To Be, contents his natural desire, He asks no Angel's wing, no Seraph's fire; But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company.
Página 345 - And when he came unto Lehi, the Philistines shouted against him : and the Spirit of the Lord came mightily upon him, and the cords that were upon his arms became as flax that was burnt with fire, and his bands loosed from off his hands. And he found a new jawbone of an ass, and put forth his hand, and took it, and slew a thousand men therewith.
Página 417 - Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state: From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer being here below?
Página 236 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights, Then in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.