The National quarterly review, ed. by E.I. Sears, Том 28

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Edward Isidore Sears
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Сторінка 106 - He is too picked, too spruce, too affected, too odd, as it were, too peregrinate as I may call it. Nath. A most singular and choice epithet. ( Takes out his table-book?) Hoi. He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument.
Сторінка 135 - Confederation and moreover to legislate in all cases to which the separate States are incompetent, or in which the harmony of the United States may be interrupted by the exercise of individual Legislation; to negative all laws passed by the several States, contravening in the opinion of the National Legislature the articles of Union...
Сторінка 103 - With neither of them that take offence was I acquainted, and with one of them I care not if I never be...
Сторінка 117 - O, no end is limited to damned souls. Why wert thou not a creature wanting soul? Or, why is this immortal that thou hast? Ah, Pythagoras' metempsychosis, were that true, This soul should fly from me, and I be changed Unto some brutish beast.
Сторінка 102 - Yes, trust them not: for there is an upstart Crow, beautified with our feathers, that with his Tiger's heart wrapped in a Player's hide, supposes he is as well able to bombast out a blank verse as the best of you: and being an absolute Johannes fac totum, is in his own conceit the only Shake-scene in a country.
Сторінка 107 - By the moon we sport and play, With the night begins our day : As we dance the dew doth fall, Trip it, little urchins all. Lightly as the little bee, Two by two, and three by three, And about go we, and about go we.
Сторінка 118 - And there in mire and puddle have I stood This ten days' space; and, lest that I should sleep, One plays continually upon a drum. They give me bread and water, being a king; So that, for want of sleep, and sustenance, My mind's distempered, and my body's numbed, And whether I have limbs or no I know not.
Сторінка 239 - In this age, the mere example of non-conformity, the mere refusal to bend the knee to custom, is itself a service.
Сторінка 109 - Now comes my Lover tripping like the Roe, And brings my longings tangled in her hair. To joy her love I'll build a kingly bower. Seated in hearing of a hundred streams...
Сторінка 103 - I am as sorry as if the original fault had been my fault, because myself have seen his demeanor no less civil than he excellent in the quality he professes. Besides, divers of worship have reported his uprightness of dealing, which argues his honesty, and his facetious grace in writing that approves his art.

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