The New London Magazine, Том 1,Випуск 1J. Mortimer, 1837 |
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... hand in the impulse of the moment towards his breast , as if in search of a weapon - ' twas but for an in- stant , she was only a woman . She approached him carefully and handed him a chair : he looked surprised . " How now , dame , you ...
... hand in the impulse of the moment towards his breast , as if in search of a weapon - ' twas but for an in- stant , she was only a woman . She approached him carefully and handed him a chair : he looked surprised . " How now , dame , you ...
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... hand.— “ Wel- come , Oliver , my boy , welcome - so you've come to see the last of poor Bell ; yes , she marries to - day , and hang me if I can prevent it , though I know ' tis against her will ; can't , my boy - indeed I can't , " and ...
... hand.— “ Wel- come , Oliver , my boy , welcome - so you've come to see the last of poor Bell ; yes , she marries to - day , and hang me if I can prevent it , though I know ' tis against her will ; can't , my boy - indeed I can't , " and ...
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... hand , he cast it into the blazing fire , which in an instant reduced it to a cinder . " Would I could always have it in my power thus to relieve the deserving , there , " and tur- ning to the Merchant , " now you are free : wed your ...
... hand , he cast it into the blazing fire , which in an instant reduced it to a cinder . " Would I could always have it in my power thus to relieve the deserving , there , " and tur- ning to the Merchant , " now you are free : wed your ...
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... hand , the narrow entrance under which I proceeded , and the whole lane beyond it , afforded only the melancholy light of one solitary lamp , and was a perfect illustration of " darkness visible . " This , combined with the squalid ...
... hand , the narrow entrance under which I proceeded , and the whole lane beyond it , afforded only the melancholy light of one solitary lamp , and was a perfect illustration of " darkness visible . " This , combined with the squalid ...
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... hand of death was upon him - its last agonies were working in dreadful convulsion on his ema- ciated frame , and ere the lapse of five minutes , the " man had ceased to be ; " the great disguiser had wrought the dreadful change , and ...
... hand of death was upon him - its last agonies were working in dreadful convulsion on his ema- ciated frame , and ere the lapse of five minutes , the " man had ceased to be ; " the great disguiser had wrought the dreadful change , and ...
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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.