Wade's London Review, Томи 1 – 3C.B. Christian, 1845 |
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... give only the reason not the taste for it . Do you think people are less foolish from being wise ? At all events , their follies are more ridiculous and unpardonable . In place of a plebeian , history is for the most part a royal ...
... give only the reason not the taste for it . Do you think people are less foolish from being wise ? At all events , their follies are more ridiculous and unpardonable . In place of a plebeian , history is for the most part a royal ...
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... give one . A paper on an extremely intricate and difficult subject ( a subject which had engaged the most illustrious enquirers from an early period , but unsuccessfully ) was sent to the Royal Society , or rather to a distinguished ...
... give one . A paper on an extremely intricate and difficult subject ( a subject which had engaged the most illustrious enquirers from an early period , but unsuccessfully ) was sent to the Royal Society , or rather to a distinguished ...
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... one case ( we could give more ) shew how far Banks's actual regulation agreed with his particular acts - for this occurred under Banks's reign . Now the gentleman of whom we speak could have paid 356 The Royal Society of England .
... one case ( we could give more ) shew how far Banks's actual regulation agreed with his particular acts - for this occurred under Banks's reign . Now the gentleman of whom we speak could have paid 356 The Royal Society of England .
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... give him to aspire to the distinguished honour which he seeks ? " " We have already seen that if the candidate belong to the aristocracy or to the millionocracy his election is a matter of course , since he will pay his fees and give no ...
... give him to aspire to the distinguished honour which he seeks ? " " We have already seen that if the candidate belong to the aristocracy or to the millionocracy his election is a matter of course , since he will pay his fees and give no ...
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... give them no excuse for attempting my life , acting as courteously as possible , distributing needles and bits of paper , loading and firing my pistols repeatedly for their amusement during the day . Having smashed , on one occasion ...
... give them no excuse for attempting my life , acting as courteously as possible , distributing needles and bits of paper , loading and firing my pistols repeatedly for their amusement during the day . Having smashed , on one occasion ...
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Сторінка 125 - WE watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about, As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied—- We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. For when the morn came, dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed — she had Another morn than ours.
Сторінка 126 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn : He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Сторінка 398 - And Samson called unto the Lord, and said, O Lord God, remember me, I pray thee, and strengthen me, I pray thee, only this once, O God, that I may be at once avenged of the Philistines for my two eyes.
Сторінка 502 - He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away ; He reck'd not of the life he lost, nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday.
Сторінка 126 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow. I remember, I remember The fir trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky: It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from- Heaven Than when I was a boy.
Сторінка 398 - And Samson said, Let me die with the Philistines. And he bowed himself with all his might; and the house fell upon the lords, and upon all the people that were therein. So the dead which he slew at his death were more than they which he slew in his life.
Сторінка 398 - What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Сторінка 550 - Methought I heard a voice cry, Sleep no more ! Macbeth does murder sleep, the innocent sleep ; Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast ;— Lady M.
Сторінка 635 - No more — no more — oh ! never more on me The freshness of the heart can fall like dew, Which out of all the lovely things we see Extracts emotions beautiful and new, Hived in our bosoms like the bag o' the bee, Think'st thou the honey with those objects grew?