Literary Reminiscences and Memoirs of Thomas Campbell, Volume 2C.J. Skeet, 1860 |
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... told me that a little learning is a dangerous thing , ' and have ' objected to the scheme , because half - educated men are more apt to have crude notions than men not educated at all . Before I admit the bad effects of a little ...
... told me that a little learning is a dangerous thing , ' and have ' objected to the scheme , because half - educated men are more apt to have crude notions than men not educated at all . Before I admit the bad effects of a little ...
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... told him all was right , and that I wonder one who had written the English language so beautifully could have a doubt upon the point . " To be sure , " he replied , laughing , " I thought it was correct ; but I have been for this hour ...
... told him all was right , and that I wonder one who had written the English language so beautifully could have a doubt upon the point . " To be sure , " he replied , laughing , " I thought it was correct ; but I have been for this hour ...
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... told me , upon his return home , that he had discovered both in Berlin and everywhere that he had visited colleges in metropolitan cities , that he was fully justified in the advantages he had held out as accruing to the public from ...
... told me , upon his return home , that he had discovered both in Berlin and everywhere that he had visited colleges in metropolitan cities , that he was fully justified in the advantages he had held out as accruing to the public from ...
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... told him he should ride . Then he was off in a hurry about it — not a mo- ment's delay , as usual , when he takes a thing into his head . He went into the mews and got a very quiet horse , which was brought to the door . I stood at the ...
... told him he should ride . Then he was off in a hurry about it — not a mo- ment's delay , as usual , when he takes a thing into his head . He went into the mews and got a very quiet horse , which was brought to the door . I stood at the ...
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... told me of it , I said that I well knew how he felt upon such a point , but that he being in Germany , it was impossible for me to know that he had been on terms of acquaintance with his lordship many years before , and that I thought ...
... told me of it , I said that I well knew how he felt upon such a point , but that he being in Germany , it was impossible for me to know that he had been on terms of acquaintance with his lordship many years before , and that I thought ...
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Page 331 - Tis morn; but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye Brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave! Wave, Munich! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry! Few, few shall part, where many meet! The snow shall be their winding-sheet, And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.
Page 330 - All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery. By torch and trumpet fast array'd, Each horseman drew his battle-blade, And furious every charger neigh'd, To join the dreadful revelry.
Page 319 - In the vetches that tangled their shore. Earth's cultureless buds, to my heart ye were dear, Ere the fever of passion or ague of fear Had scathed my existence's bloom ; Once I welcome you more, in life's passionless stage, With the visions of youth to revisit my age, And I wish you to grow on my tomb.
Page 24 - ... the thoughts at your Aspect above ? Ye must be Heavens that make us sure Of heavenly love ! And in your harmony sublime ' I 'read the doom of distant time ; That man's regenerate soul from crime Shall yet be drawn, And reason on his mortal clime Immortal dawn.
Page 140 - See, Mercy from her golden urn Pours a rich stream to them that mourn ; Behold, she binds, with tender care, The bleeding bosom of despair. 6 " He comes, to cheer the trembling heart ; Bids Satan and his host depart ; Again the day-star gilds the gloom, Again the bowers of Eden bloom.
Page 226 - Shakspeare, that none of them, as far as we know, have ever thought of availing themselves of his sonnets for tracing the circumstances of his life. These sonnets paint most unequivocally the actual situation and sentiments of the poet; they enable us to become acquainted with the passions of the man; they even contain the most remarkable confessions of his youthful errors.
Page 140 - Hark ! from the midnight hills around, A voice, of more than mortal sound, In distant hallelujahs stole, Wild murmuring o'er the raptured soul.
Page 219 - With meteor standard to the winds unfurl'd, • Looks, from his throne of clouds, o'er half the world.
Page 139 - Yet knew not his country that ominous hour, Ere the loud matin bell was rung, That a trumpet of death on an English tower Had the dirge of her champion sung ! When his dungeon light...
Page 310 - I UNDERTOOK to write the Life of Petrarch more from accident than original design. It was known that the Rev. Archdeacon Coxe had bequeathed to the Library of the British Museum a MS. Life of the Poet, which he had written. Mr. Colburn caused a copy of it to be taken ; and, intending it for publication, requested me to be the editor. I readily agreed ; for, as the Archdeacon had considerable literary reputation, I could not imagine that he had left to a great public institution any work that was...