Blackwood's Magazine, Том 67W. Blackwood., 1850 |
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... brought out of good , and an irresistible power says to the madness of the people , as to the storms of the ocean , " Hitherto shalt thou come , and no farther , and here shall thy proud waves be staid , " we may probably discover ...
... brought out of good , and an irresistible power says to the madness of the people , as to the storms of the ocean , " Hitherto shalt thou come , and no farther , and here shall thy proud waves be staid , " we may probably discover ...
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... brought the nation triumphant through the whole dangers of the war . They obtained an act from the legisla- ture authorising the issue , not of £ 600,000,000 sterling of notes , as in 1793 and 1794 , but of 400,000,000 francs , or ...
... brought the nation triumphant through the whole dangers of the war . They obtained an act from the legisla- ture authorising the issue , not of £ 600,000,000 sterling of notes , as in 1793 and 1794 , but of 400,000,000 francs , or ...
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... brought out from his pocket a formidable cheese - toaster , and was preparing to do battle with the prog . The Major , perceiving his mistake , addressed him in Spanish , politely explaining that the passage- money covered everything ...
... brought out from his pocket a formidable cheese - toaster , and was preparing to do battle with the prog . The Major , perceiving his mistake , addressed him in Spanish , politely explaining that the passage- money covered everything ...
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... brought up from the hold , and stowed in three boats along- side . Making my best bow to the captain , and tendering , both to him and to his staff , my sincere and grate- ful acknowledgments for all the polite attentions , & c . , I ...
... brought up from the hold , and stowed in three boats along- side . Making my best bow to the captain , and tendering , both to him and to his staff , my sincere and grate- ful acknowledgments for all the polite attentions , & c . , I ...
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... brought their ill- gotten spoils , the captive squaws , and the still reeking scalps of their victims . With male prisoners they rarely trou- bled themselves ; although , upon one occasion during Mr Johnson's stay in their vicinity ...
... brought their ill- gotten spoils , the captive squaws , and the still reeking scalps of their victims . With male prisoners they rarely trou- bled themselves ; although , upon one occasion during Mr Johnson's stay in their vicinity ...
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Сторінка 618 - And then it started like a guilty thing Upon a fearful summons; I have heard, The cock that is the trumpet to the morn Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat Awake the god of day...
Сторінка 306 - Thither no more the peasant shall repair To sweet oblivion of his daily care; No more the farmer's news, the barber's tale, No more the woodman's ballad shall prevail; No more the smith his dusky brow shall clear, Relax his ponderous strength, and lean to hear...
Сторінка 482 - O, that the slave had forty thousand lives ! One is too poor, too weak for my revenge.
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Сторінка 63 - ... to remember the forgotten, to attend to the neglected, to visit the forsaken, and to compare and collate the distresses of all men in all countries. His plan is original ; and it is as full of genius as it is of humanity. It was a voyage of discovery, a circumnavigation of charity.
Сторінка 304 - Thus every good his native wilds impart, Imprints the patriot passion on his heart; And ev'n those ills that round his mansion rise, Enhance the bliss his scanty fund supplies. Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms, And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms...
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Сторінка 391 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Сторінка 492 - Dangerous conceits are, in their natures, poisons, Which, at the first, are scarce found to distaste ; But, with a little act upon the blood, Burn like the mines of sulphur.