Table-talk; or, Original essays, Volume 2H. Colburn, 1824 |
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... vulgar routine of SECOND EDITIONS and first - hand private intelligence , you pass with them for a dull fellow , not acquainted with what is going forward in the world or with the practical value of things . I have known a person of ...
... vulgar routine of SECOND EDITIONS and first - hand private intelligence , you pass with them for a dull fellow , not acquainted with what is going forward in the world or with the practical value of things . I have known a person of ...
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... vulgar , are the fittest company for one another . The discourse at Randall's is the best for boxers : that at Long's for lords and loungers . I prefer H's conversation almost to any other person's , because , with a familiar range of ...
... vulgar , are the fittest company for one another . The discourse at Randall's is the best for boxers : that at Long's for lords and loungers . I prefer H's conversation almost to any other person's , because , with a familiar range of ...
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... vulgarity at which they pitch him . He appears to take a pleasure in exaggerating the prejudices of strangers against him ; a pride in confirming the prepossessions of friends . In whatever scale of intellect he is placed , he is as ...
... vulgarity at which they pitch him . He appears to take a pleasure in exaggerating the prejudices of strangers against him ; a pride in confirming the prepossessions of friends . In whatever scale of intellect he is placed , he is as ...
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... vulgar gaze , the more it swells into imaginary consequence ; the labour and care required for a work of this kind being immense : -and then there are no faults in an unexecuted translation . The only impeccable writers are those who ...
... vulgar gaze , the more it swells into imaginary consequence ; the labour and care required for a work of this kind being immense : -and then there are no faults in an unexecuted translation . The only impeccable writers are those who ...
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... vulgar trial of skill , " something must be excused to want of practice - but did you not observe the elegance of the Latinity , how well that period would become a classical and studied dress ? " Thus defects are " monster'd ” into ...
... vulgar trial of skill , " something must be excused to want of practice - but did you not observe the elegance of the Latinity , how well that period would become a classical and studied dress ? " Thus defects are " monster'd ” into ...
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Page 29 - Purification in the old law did save, And such, as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind. Her face was...
Page 26 - CROMWELL, our chief of men, who through a cloud Not of war only, but detractions rude, Guided by faith and matchless fortitude, To peace and truth thy glorious way hast ploughed...
Page 225 - DUKE'S PALACE. [Enter DUKE, CURIO, LORDS; MUSICIANS attending.] DUKE. If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Page 62 - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid ! Heard words that have been So nimble, and so full of subtle flame, As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life ; then when there hath been thrown Wit able enough to justify the town For three days past ; wit that might warrant be For the whole City to talk foolishly Till that were cancell'd ; and when that was gone, We left an air behind us, which alone...
Page 21 - Saturn laugh' d and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew; Nor did I wonder at the...
Page 27 - AVENGE, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold ; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones...
Page 27 - O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple Tyrant ; that from these may grow A hundredfold, who, having learnt thy way, Early may fly the Babylonian woe.
Page 29 - The lily and rose, that neither sowed nor spun. What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice, Of Attic taste, with wine, whence we may rise To hear the lute well touched, or artful voice Warble immortal notes and Tuscan air? He who of those delights can judge, and spare To interpose them oft, is not unwise.
Page 43 - The incognito of an inn is one of its striking privileges — " lord of one's-self, uncumber'd with a name." Oh ! it is great to shake off the trammels of the world and of public opinion — to lose our importunate, tormenting, everlasting personal identity in the elements of nature...
Page 52 - ... to the facilities of conversation in those who had been abroad. In fact, the time we have spent there is both delightful, and in one sense instructive; but it appears to be cut out of our substantial, downright existence, and never to join kindly on to it. We are not the same, but another, and perhaps more enviable individual, all the time we are out of our own country. We are lost to ourselves, as well as our friends. So the poet somewhat quaintly sings: Out of my country and myself I go.