The British Quarterly Review, Том 8

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Henry Allon
Hodder and Stoughton, 1848

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Сторінка 5 - grew at last acquainted with love, and found him a native of the rocks.' Nor had adverse circumstances been without their effect upon the literary character itself. Covered with the blanket of Boyse, and sheltered by the night-cellar of Savage, it had forfeited less honour and
Сторінка 506 - below, Where twined the path, in shadow hid, Bound many a rocky pyramid, Shooting abruptly from the dell Its thunder-splinter'd pinnacle; Round many an insulated mass, The native bulwarks of the Pass; Huge as the tower which builders vain, Presumptuous, piled on Shinar's plain, The rocky summits, split and rent, Formed turret, dome, or battlement,
Сторінка 506 - The western waves of ebbing day Roll'd o'er the glen their level way: Each purple peak, each flinty spire Was bathed in floods of living fire. But not a setting beam could glow Within the dark ravine below, Where twined the path, in shadow hid,
Сторінка 46 - the words of the book of the covenant, which was found in the house of Jehovah.' After this he himself took a public oath of allegiance to Jehovah, to abide by the covenant of the book, and was followed
Сторінка 348 - I do not forget her. Oh, Brown, I have coals of fire in my breast. It surprises me that the human heart is capable of containing and bearing so much misery. Was I born for this end? God bless her, and her mother, and my sister, and George, and his wife, and you, and all!
Сторінка 512 - No pleasing intricacies intervene; No artful wildness to perplex the scene. Grove nods at grove; each alley has a brother; And half the platform just reflects the other.
Сторінка 394 - herself down on the old coalhole steps, as you went into the old Grammar-school, and open her apron, and bring out her basin with some nice thing she had caused to be saved for me—the good old creature .is now lying on her deathbed; I cannot bear to think
Сторінка 347 - I want to live most for will be a great occasion of my death. I cannot help it. "Who can help it? Were I in health it would make me ill, and how can I bear it in my state? I dare say you will be able to
Сторінка 393 - got my father's leave to write awhile. With difficulty got it; ' for when I expostulated about playing any more, he aptly ' replied, ' If you wont play with me, you might as well not ' come home at all.' The argument was unanswerable, and I ' set to afresh.
Сторінка 342 - among men, I have no evil thoughts, no malice, no spleen; I feel free to speak, or to be silent; I can listen, and from every one I can learn; my hands are in my pockets; I am free from all suspicion, and comfortable. When I am among women, I have evil

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