The Quarterly review, Том 49Murray, 1833 |
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... character , but their rarity ; their admiration rose and fell , not with the kindling of their imagination , or the thrilling of their inmost heart , but with the anxiously- watched vibrations of Mr. Sotheby's or Mr. Evans's hammer ...
... character , but their rarity ; their admiration rose and fell , not with the kindling of their imagination , or the thrilling of their inmost heart , but with the anxiously- watched vibrations of Mr. Sotheby's or Mr. Evans's hammer ...
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... character of their minds , as two so highly gifted and accom- plished could be , but who met upon this common ground ) —their ripe and sober judgment was overborne by the louder and more extravagant praises lavished with equal profusion ...
... character of their minds , as two so highly gifted and accom- plished could be , but who met upon this common ground ) —their ripe and sober judgment was overborne by the louder and more extravagant praises lavished with equal profusion ...
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... character . His poems , though sufficiently explicit upon his poli- tical sentiments , betray little of the workings of his mind , or of his moral temperament . To the meagre and unsatisfactory outline of Antony Wood , we know that Mr ...
... character . His poems , though sufficiently explicit upon his poli- tical sentiments , betray little of the workings of his mind , or of his moral temperament . To the meagre and unsatisfactory outline of Antony Wood , we know that Mr ...
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... character , preva- lent among the royalist party . C My lord , the voice that did your sickness tell , Strook like a midnight chime or knell ; At every sound I took into my sense a wound , Which had no cure till I did hear Your health ...
... character , preva- lent among the royalist party . C My lord , the voice that did your sickness tell , Strook like a midnight chime or knell ; At every sound I took into my sense a wound , Which had no cure till I did hear Your health ...
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... character is by no means so strongly marked as that of most of his predecessors . The distinctive peculiarities of genius were pre - occupied . Of course the ground where Shakspeare had trod was not merely sacred - it was unattainable ...
... character is by no means so strongly marked as that of most of his predecessors . The distinctive peculiarities of genius were pre - occupied . Of course the ground where Shakspeare had trod was not merely sacred - it was unattainable ...
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