The New London Magazine, Том 1,Випуск 1J. Mortimer, 1837 |
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... becoming over- cast by the lourings of disappointment . I taxed my ingenuity to the very stretch of its imagining , but could not arrive at any probable or satisfactory cause for these sudden and extraordinary changes in the mental ...
... becoming over- cast by the lourings of disappointment . I taxed my ingenuity to the very stretch of its imagining , but could not arrive at any probable or satisfactory cause for these sudden and extraordinary changes in the mental ...
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... becomes disordered by a long continued use of this drug , nothing can exceed the horror and gloominess of their visions . In proof of this , we may mention the wonderfully fascinating and strange " Confessions of an Opium Eater ...
... becomes disordered by a long continued use of this drug , nothing can exceed the horror and gloominess of their visions . In proof of this , we may mention the wonderfully fascinating and strange " Confessions of an Opium Eater ...
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... become a " Doctor . " There were many ( to me at least ) most potent reasons , which had induced me to this determination . I had imagined , that a surgeon had little else to do , than to ride about the live long day , either on ...
... become a " Doctor . " There were many ( to me at least ) most potent reasons , which had induced me to this determination . I had imagined , that a surgeon had little else to do , than to ride about the live long day , either on ...
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... become addicted to the pernicious habit of excessive drink . When intoxicated , which alas , had been too frequently the case , he had been accustomed to return to his home and vent his maddened feeling in cruelty on his unoffending ...
... become addicted to the pernicious habit of excessive drink . When intoxicated , which alas , had been too frequently the case , he had been accustomed to return to his home and vent his maddened feeling in cruelty on his unoffending ...
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... becoming pretty strong . They rowed gently along ' till they came to a delightful spot , overshadowed by some finely spreading elms ; this was declared to be the very thing for their purpose , and the boat's head was accordingly ...
... becoming pretty strong . They rowed gently along ' till they came to a delightful spot , overshadowed by some finely spreading elms ; this was declared to be the very thing for their purpose , and the boat's head was accordingly ...
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Сторінка 6 - I was stared at, hooted at, grinned at, chattered at, by monkeys, by paroquets, by cockatoos. I ran into pagodas : and was fixed, for centuries, at the summit, or in secret rooms ; I was the idol ; I was the priest ; I was worshipped ; I was sacrificed.
Сторінка 239 - I, for my part, after a long, and (as I verily believe and hope) impartial search of the true way to eternal happiness, do profess plainly, that I cannot find any rest for the sole of my foot but upon this rock only.
Сторінка 173 - To a poet nothing can be useless. Whatever is beautiful, and whatever is dreadful, must be familiar to his imagination ; he must be conversant with all that is awfully vast or elegantly little.
Сторінка 6 - Under the connecting feeling of tropical heat and vertical sunlights, I brought together all creatures, birds, beasts, reptiles, all trees and plants, usages and appearances, that are found in all tropical regions, and assembled them together in China or Indostan.
Сторінка 6 - I have called the tyranny of the human face, began to unfold itself. Perhaps some part of my London life might be answerable for this. Be that as it may, now it was that upon the rocking waters of the ocean the human face began to appear; the sea appeared paved with innumerable faces, upturned to the heavens; faces, imploring, wrathful, despairing, surged upwards by thousands, by myriads, by generations, by centuries : my agitation was in1mite, my mind tossed and surged with the ocean.
Сторінка 239 - I do not understand the doctrine of Luther, or Calvin, or Melancthon ; nor the confession of Augusta, or Geneva ; nor the Catechism of Heidelberg, nor the Articles of the Church of England, no, nor the harmony of Protestant Confessions ; but that wherein they all agree, and which they all subscribe with a greater harmony as a perfect rule of their faith and actions, that is, The Bible.
Сторінка 6 - I seemed every night to descend— not metaphorically, but literally to descend— into chasms and sunless abysses, depths below depths, from which it seemed hopeless that I could ever reascend. Nor did I, by waking, feel that I had reascended.
Сторінка 158 - ... the seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose; and on old Hiems' thin and icy crown an odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds is, as in mockery, set...
Сторінка 158 - I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war; to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt, the strong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar; graves at my command Have wak'd their sleepers, op'd and let 'em forth By my so potent Art.
Сторінка 143 - THESE, as they change, Almighty Father, these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of Thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring Thy beauty walks, Thy tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields ; the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round ; the forest smiles ; And every sense, and every heart is joy.