| John Galt - 1830 - عدد الصفحات: 404
...name, that the cup retains all the terrific appearances of a death's head, and imagine that they could Behold through each lack-lustre eyeless hole The gay recess of wisdom and of wit. Not at all ; there is nothing whatever startling in it. It is well polished, its edge is bound by a... | |
| George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1831 - عدد الصفحات: 376
...dwell ? Why ev'n the worm at last disdains her shatter'd cell! v. Look on its broken arch, its ruin'd wall, Its chambers desolate, and portals foul: Yes,...refit? VII. Well didst thou speak, Athena's wisest son! "AH that we know is, nothing can be known." Why should we shrink from what we cannot shun .' Each has... | |
| George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1831 - عدد الصفحات: 290
...dwell ? Why e'en the worm at last disdains her shattered cell ! VI. Look on its broken arch, its ruined wall, Its chambers desolate, and portals foul : Yes,...of Wisdom and of Wit And Passion's host, that never brooked control : Can all, saint, sage, or sophist ever writ, People this lonely tower, this tenement... | |
| George Gordon N. Byron (6th baron.) - 1831 - عدد الصفحات: 358
...Ambition's airy hall, The dome of Thonght, the palace of the Sonl: Bchold throngh each lack.lnstre, eyeless hole, The gay recess of Wisdom and of Wit...control: Can all saint, sage, or sophist ever writ, Pcople thU lonely tower, this tenement refit? Well didst thon speak, Athena's wisest son ! "All that... | |
| 1831 - عدد الصفحات: 290
...avec attention, et. plus maître de «noi , je l'apostrophai de ces vers de Childè-Harold: '. ' (1) Yes, this was once ambition's airy hall The dome of thought, the palace of the soûl. Lorsque rn.es doigts se crispèrent, mon sang se figea: uu réseau de fer saisit tous mes muscles!...... | |
| 1831 - عدد الصفحات: 318
...avec attention, et , plus maître de moi , je l'apostrophai de ces vers de Childe-Harold(I). Yes rthis was once ambition's ai'ry hall The dome of thought, the palace of the soûl. Lorsque mes doigts se crispèrent, mon sang sa figea; un rese.au de fer saisit tous mes muscles... | |
| Thomas Ewing - 1832 - عدد الصفحات: 428
...dwell ? Why, even the worm at last disdains her shattered cell ! Look on its broken arch, its ruined wall, Its chambers desolate, and portals foul : Yes,...Wisdom and of Wit, And Passion's host, that never brooked control : Can all, saint, sage, or sophist ever writ, People this lonely tower, this tenement... | |
| Samuel Kirkham - 1833 - عدد الصفحات: 246
...dwell! Why, ev'n the worm at last disdains her shattered ceJ' ! Look on its broken arch, its ruined wall, Its chambers desolate, and portals foul : Yes,...wisdom and of wit, And passion's host, that never brooked control. Can all, saint, suge, or sophist ever writ, People this lonely tower, this tenement... | |
| Samuel Kirkham - 1833 - عدد الصفحات: 240
...was once ambition's airy hall ; (it was} the dome of thought, the palace of the soul. Behold thou, through each lack-lustre, eyeless hole, the gay recess of wisdom and of wit, and passion's host, which never brooked control. Can all the works which saints, or sages, or sophists have ever written,... | |
| Frederick Chamier - 1833 - عدد الصفحات: 250
...curvetted on a regimental charger. CHAPTER VI. Look on ita broken arch, its ruin'd wall. Its chamber desolate, and portals foul: Yes, this was once Ambition's airy hall, The dome of thought—the palace of the soul CHILDE UAROLC. IT was at one of these sham, but earnest fights, mentioned... | |
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