The London Magazine, Том 5Baldwin, Cradock, and Joy, 1822 |
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... feelings of the present portioners of the earth have shut up in alms - houses and cells , " the moping idiot , and the madman gay , " his house was ever . open , and his table ever spread . His large fire was commonly flanked by a ...
... feelings of the present portioners of the earth have shut up in alms - houses and cells , " the moping idiot , and the madman gay , " his house was ever . open , and his table ever spread . His large fire was commonly flanked by a ...
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... feeling , Willie , my man ; he's tarred with the same stick , as the corbie- crow said to the raven . " And for- ward the two companions hastened , leaving me much interested in the singular laird of Lyddalcross . I had heard of Walter ...
... feeling , Willie , my man ; he's tarred with the same stick , as the corbie- crow said to the raven . " And for- ward the two companions hastened , leaving me much interested in the singular laird of Lyddalcross . I had heard of Walter ...
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... feelings and imagination . In one of the little green loops , or bends , on the banks of Corrie- water , mouldered walls , and a few stunted wild plum - trees , and va- grant roses , still point out the scite of a cottage and garden . A ...
... feelings and imagination . In one of the little green loops , or bends , on the banks of Corrie- water , mouldered walls , and a few stunted wild plum - trees , and va- grant roses , still point out the scite of a cottage and garden . A ...
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... feeling let loose upon his path elf and goblin , and the current traditions of the district sup- plied very largely to his apprehen- sion the ready materials of fear . Just as he emerged from the wood , where a fine sloping bank ...
... feeling let loose upon his path elf and goblin , and the current traditions of the district sup- plied very largely to his apprehen- sion the ready materials of fear . Just as he emerged from the wood , where a fine sloping bank ...
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... feeling something of the owner's reviving spirit in the application of spur - steel , bore him at once to the foot of the tree . The poor delirious maiden uttered a yell of piercing joy as she beheld him , and with the swiftness of a ...
... feeling something of the owner's reviving spirit in the application of spur - steel , bore him at once to the foot of the tree . The poor delirious maiden uttered a yell of piercing joy as she beheld him , and with the swiftness of a ...
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Сторінка 419 - Our petitions have been slighted; our remonstrances have produced additional violence and insult; our supplications have been disregarded; and we have been spurned, with contempt, from the foot of the throne! In vain, after these things, may we indulge the fond hope of peace and reconciliation. There is no longer any room for hope. If we wish to be free — if we mean to preserve inviolate those inestimable privileges for which we have been so long contending...
Сторінка 419 - Peace"— but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take, but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!
Сторінка 418 - I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided, and that is the lamp of experience. I know of no way of judging of the future but by the past.
Сторінка 419 - The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave. Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery ! Our chains are forged. Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable, and let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come! It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry peace! peace!
Сторінка 419 - Peace, peace ! ' — but there is no peace : the war is actually begun ! — The next gale that sweeps from the north, will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms...
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Сторінка 304 - It is altogether a speculative scene of things, which has no reference whatever to the world that is.
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