The Life of Thomas Chatterton: Including His Unpublished Poems and CorrespondencePartridge & Oakey, 1851 - 213 páginas |
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The Life of Thomas Chatterton: Including His Unpublished Poems and ... John Ross Dix Visualização integral - 1837 |
The Life of Thomas Chatterton: Including His Unpublished Poems and ... John Dix Visualização integral - 1837 |
The Life of Thomas Chatterton: Including His Unpublished Poems and ... John Ross Dix Visualização integral - 1851 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
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Passagens conhecidas
Página 137 - Eternal acts is right. O, teach me, in the trying hour, When anguish swells the dewy tear, To still my sorrows, own Thy power, Thy goodness love, Thy justice fear.
Página 159 - ... the resurrection of genius. Poor Chatterton smiled, and, taking his companion by the arm, replied, "My dear friend, I feel the sting of a speedy dissolution. I have been at war with the grave for some time, and find it is not so easy to vanquish it as I imagined. We can find an asylum to hide from every creditor but that.
Página 164 - Midst others of less note, came one frail Form, A phantom among men; companionless As the last cloud of an expiring storm Whose thunder is its knell; he, as I guess, Had gazed on Nature's naked loveliness, Actaeon-like, and now he fled astray With feeble steps o'er the world's wilderness, And his own thoughts, along that rugged way, Pursued, like raging hounds, their father and their prey.
Página 48 - I will not trouble you with more questions now, Sir ; but flatter myself, from the urbanity and politeness you have already shown me, that you will give me leave to consult you.
Página 151 - The printers of the daily publications are all frightened out of their patriotism, and will take nothing unless 'tis moderate or ministerial. I have not had five patriotic essays this fortnight, all must be ministerial or entertaining.
Página 90 - ... by sound, The vicar slumbers, and the snore goes round ; Whilst Broderip at his passive organ groans Through all his slow variety of tones. How unlike Allen ! Allen is divine ! His touch is sentimental, tender, fine ; 170 No little affectations e'er disgraced His more refined, his sentimental taste : He keeps the passions with the sound in play, And the soul trembles with the trembling key.
Página 151 - But I have engaged to live with a gentleman, the brother of a Lord, (a Scotch one indeed,) who is going to advance pretty deeply into the bookselling branches ; I shall have...
Página 155 - I could have wished you had sent my red pocket-book, as 'tis very material. I bought two very curious twisted pipes for my grandmother ; but both breaking, I was afraid to buy others, lest they should break in the box ; and being loose, injure the china. Have you heard anything further of the clearance? Direct for me at Mrs. Angel's, sack-maker, Brook-street, Holborn.
Página 133 - I must either live a slave, a servant, to have no will of my own, which I may freely declare as such, or DIE. Perplexing alternative ! but it distracts me to think of it ! I will endeavour to learn humility, but it cannot be here. What it may cost me in the trial Heaven knows. " I am your much obliged unhappy humble servant,
Página 148 - Porter's favoured humble servant, though but a young man, is a very old lover; and in the eight-and-fiftieth year of his age : but that, as Lappet says, is the flower of a man's days; and when a lady can't get a young husband, she must put up with an old bed-fellow. I left Miss Singer, I am sorry to say it, in a very bad way; that is, in a way to be married.