The New London Magazine, Том 1,Випуск 1J. Mortimer, 1837 |
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... poor feller has hardly layed down to have one snooze arter his day's work but you must come shouting and holiowing as though the fox was going over the hill at your feet . " - " Silence ! you lout , silence ! and lead Rawbone into the ...
... poor feller has hardly layed down to have one snooze arter his day's work but you must come shouting and holiowing as though the fox was going over the hill at your feet . " - " Silence ! you lout , silence ! and lead Rawbone into the ...
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... poor mother lives near Staines , and I am about to ask her protection . " Madam , on the word of a man , I honour you for your resolution , and I respect you for your truth , more , aye much more , than I love you for your beauty ; and ...
... poor mother lives near Staines , and I am about to ask her protection . " Madam , on the word of a man , I honour you for your resolution , and I respect you for your truth , more , aye much more , than I love you for your beauty ; and ...
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... poor dauber of canvas , and yet not without some merit , I assure you . " - " The preference given to him by you , would insure that ; for by Heaven , one smile of that soul - inspiring countenance of thine would raise Raffaelles and ...
... poor dauber of canvas , and yet not without some merit , I assure you . " - " The preference given to him by you , would insure that ; for by Heaven , one smile of that soul - inspiring countenance of thine would raise Raffaelles and ...
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... 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 he pressed the hand which he held hard , and a tear was seen to find its way down ...
... 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 he pressed the hand which he held hard , and a tear was seen to find its way down ...
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... poor heart - stricken woman in her grief , that I had leisure for much observation ere my presence was known to her . At the moment , however , of her recognising me , she absolutely threw herself at my feet , and in a tone expressive ...
... poor heart - stricken woman in her grief , that I had leisure for much observation ere my presence was known to her . At the moment , however , of her recognising me , she absolutely threw herself at my feet , and in a tone expressive ...
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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.