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... talents and taste made it totally inexcusable , dwells with infinitely higher gust upon the gallantries of Don Galaor , than upon the love of Amadis ; and describes them with that vicious and perverted love of obscenity , which Mr ...
... talents and taste made it totally inexcusable , dwells with infinitely higher gust upon the gallantries of Don Galaor , than upon the love of Amadis ; and describes them with that vicious and perverted love of obscenity , which Mr ...
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Walter Scott. substituting for its old routine of drudgery the occasional exercise of varied talent and unequalled erudition in illustrating the antiquities and pecu- liarities of our national literature . Nor could Mr Southey have ...
Walter Scott. substituting for its old routine of drudgery the occasional exercise of varied talent and unequalled erudition in illustrating the antiquities and pecu- liarities of our national literature . Nor could Mr Southey have ...
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... Valley of the Shadow of Death . " - P . xiv . We are much of the opinion thus forcibly ex- pressed . The history of a man so distinguished by natural talents as Bunyan , is connected with that of SOUTHEY'S LIfe of John BUNYAN . 83.
... Valley of the Shadow of Death . " - P . xiv . We are much of the opinion thus forcibly ex- pressed . The history of a man so distinguished by natural talents as Bunyan , is connected with that of SOUTHEY'S LIfe of John BUNYAN . 83.
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Walter Scott. natural talents as Bunyan , is connected with that of his age ; nor can we so well conceive the dangers of fanaticism , as when we behold the struggles of so pure and so powerful a spirit involved in its toils . It may be ...
Walter Scott. natural talents as Bunyan , is connected with that of his age ; nor can we so well conceive the dangers of fanaticism , as when we behold the struggles of so pure and so powerful a spirit involved in its toils . It may be ...
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... talent to lie . At Paris , the de- serted Ruffigny is patronised by Fleetwood , the grandfather of our hero ; and his future connexion with that family is marked with reciprocal acts of that romantic generosity , which is so common in ...
... talent to lie . At Paris , the de- serted Ruffigny is patronised by Fleetwood , the grandfather of our hero ; and his future connexion with that family is marked with reciprocal acts of that romantic generosity , which is so common in ...
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Page 115 - He that is down needs fear no fall; He that is low, no pride. He that is humble, ever shall Have God to be his guide.
Page 271 - This opinion, which perhaps prevails as far as human nature is diffused, could become universal only by its truth: those that never heard of one another would not have agreed in a tale which nothing but experience can make credible. That it is doubted by single cavillers, can very little weaken the general evidence; and some who deny it with their tongues confess it by their fears.
Page 274 - A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes, and beck'ning shadows dire, And airy tongues, that syllable men's names On sands, and shores, and desert wildernesses.
Page 321 - Some say no evil thing that walks by night, In fog or fire, by lake or moorish fen, Blue meagre hag, or stubborn unlaid ghost, That breaks his magic chains at curfew time, No goblin or swart faery of the mine, Hath hurtful power o'er true virginity.
Page 115 - Wouldst thou divert thyself from melancholy? Wouldst thou be pleasant, yet be far from folly? Wouldst thou read riddles, and their explanation, Or else be drowned in thy contemplation? Dost thou love picking meat? Or wouldst thou see A man i' th' clouds and hear him speak to thee?
Page 275 - In thoughts from the visions of the night, When deep sleep falleth on men, Fear came upon me, and trembling, Which made all my bones to shake. Then a spirit passed before my face; The hair of my flesh stood up: It stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof: An image was before mine eyes, There was silence, and I heard a voice, saying, Shall mortal man be more just than God?
Page 81 - Just when he was come over against the mouth of the burning pit, one of the wicked ones got behind him, and stepped up softly to him, and whisperingly suggested many grievous blasphemies to him, which he verily thought had proceeded from his own mind.
Page 275 - The other Shape — If shape it might be called that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb; Or substance might be called that shadow seemed, For each seemed either — black it stood as Night, Fierce as ten Furies, terrible as Hell, And shook a dreadful dart: what seemed his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on.
Page 171 - I have almost forgot the taste of fears : The time has been, my senses would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek ; and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in't : I have supp'd full with horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me.
Page 258 - I had worked hard for nearly two years, for the sole purpose of infusing life into an inanimate body. For this I had deprived myself of rest and health. I had desired it with an ardour that far exceeded moderation; but now that I had finished, the beauty of the dream vanished, and breathless horror and disgust filled my heart.