The Quarterly Review, Band 49William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) John Murray, 1833 |
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... eyes on him in the pulpit ; and as the imagination of pregnant women has strange influence on the unborn infants , it is somewhat cruel to expose them to the danger , and by these means do them great injury , as one's fortunes , in some ...
... eyes on him in the pulpit ; and as the imagination of pregnant women has strange influence on the unborn infants , it is somewhat cruel to expose them to the danger , and by these means do them great injury , as one's fortunes , in some ...
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... eye of what they have been . Some , extinguished with their fortune , have this happiness to be out of capacity of further shipwreck , while their sad remains peep out of the sea , and may serve as naked marks , and caution to other ...
... eye of what they have been . Some , extinguished with their fortune , have this happiness to be out of capacity of further shipwreck , while their sad remains peep out of the sea , and may serve as naked marks , and caution to other ...
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... eyes meant innocence , and your hearty welcome . Fer . Who did prepare thee , Felisarda , thus To entertain me weeping ? Sure our souls Meet and converse , and we not know't ; there is Such beauty in that watery circle , I Am fearful to ...
... eyes meant innocence , and your hearty welcome . Fer . Who did prepare thee , Felisarda , thus To entertain me weeping ? Sure our souls Meet and converse , and we not know't ; there is Such beauty in that watery circle , I Am fearful to ...
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... eyes , And shew like bonfires on you by the tapers : I could urge something more . Lady B. Pray do , I like Your ... eye of that most accurate accurate scholar was somewhat bedimmed before his work was concluded 28 Life and Writings of ...
... eyes , And shew like bonfires on you by the tapers : I could urge something more . Lady B. Pray do , I like Your ... eye of that most accurate accurate scholar was somewhat bedimmed before his work was concluded 28 Life and Writings of ...
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... eye to the main chance . Le Vasseur con- sented ; a young litterateur , M. Roche , was selected for the business and into his hands the manuscript was delivered . The bookseller's evidence , and the sentence of the court , describe the ...
... eye to the main chance . Le Vasseur con- sented ; a young litterateur , M. Roche , was selected for the business and into his hands the manuscript was delivered . The bookseller's evidence , and the sentence of the court , describe the ...
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Seite 8 - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against Fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Seite 187 - O let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven ! Keep me in temper ; I would not be mad ! — Enter Gentleman.
Seite 8 - The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds ; Upon Death's purple altar now See, where the victor- victim bleeds : Your heads must come To the cold tomb ; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom in their dust.
Seite 191 - Methinks I should know you, and know this man; Yet I am doubtful; for I am mainly ignorant What place this is; and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For (as I am a man) I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
Seite 188 - But I will punish home: No, I will weep no more. In such a night To shut me out! Pour on; I will endure. In such a night as this! O Regan, Goneril! Your old kind father, whose frank heart gave all O, that way madness lies; let me shun that; No more of that.
Seite 191 - And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no, no life: Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all ? O, thou wilt come no more, Never, never, never, never, never! — Pray you, undo this button: Thank you, sir. — Do you see this? Look on her, — look, — her lips, — Look there, look there!
Seite 175 - My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time, And makes as healthful music : it is not madness That I have utter'd : bring me to the test, And I the matter will re-word ; which madness Would gambol from.
Seite 448 - By one so deep in love, then he, who ne'er From me shall separate• at once my lips All trembling kiss'd. The book and writer both Were love's purveyors. In its leaves that day We read no more.
Seite 443 - Quando fui desto innanzi la dimane, Pianger senti' fra '1 sonno i miei figliuoli, Ch' erano meco, e dimandar del pane.
Seite 180 - I have of late — but wherefore I know not — lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.