The Eclectic Magazine of Foreign Literature, Science, and Art, Том 16Leavitt, Trow, & Company, 1849 |
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... become less violent , and would generally , in the the most respectable signature . " However end , be stifled by pleasure and indolence , did not that may be , the first book of Lord John's is the love of fame furnish an auxiliary ...
... become less violent , and would generally , in the the most respectable signature . " However end , be stifled by pleasure and indolence , did not that may be , the first book of Lord John's is the love of fame furnish an auxiliary ...
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... becomes a Prince . " Don Carlos is piqued at this , and determines to make for his brevity of response by a grandiloquent ... become a prince . Our mother Nature , with a strange caprice , Fits us for other parts than those we play ; & c ...
... becomes a Prince . " Don Carlos is piqued at this , and determines to make for his brevity of response by a grandiloquent ... become a prince . Our mother Nature , with a strange caprice , Fits us for other parts than those we play ; & c ...
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... become eminent in crime . tion . In the year 1743 , the duke planted the large The ruling assembly was converted into an arena , plantation in Woburn Park , known by the name where each gladiator trod in the blood of his com- of the ...
... become eminent in crime . tion . In the year 1743 , the duke planted the large The ruling assembly was converted into an arena , plantation in Woburn Park , known by the name where each gladiator trod in the blood of his com- of the ...
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... become tired of their vir- tue , and put the cross into the fire . " His predictions were only too true , as the event proved . Coligny himself combined the char- acters of a soldier and a reformer more than any of his contemporaries ...
... become tired of their vir- tue , and put the cross into the fire . " His predictions were only too true , as the event proved . Coligny himself combined the char- acters of a soldier and a reformer more than any of his contemporaries ...
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... become a proverb to say , " as ignorant as a priest , " we cannot much wonder at the darkness of the people ; and we cannot feel much surprised that they should be led into excesses by the advice of a cruel nobility and an ambitious ...
... become a proverb to say , " as ignorant as a priest , " we cannot much wonder at the darkness of the people ; and we cannot feel much surprised that they should be led into excesses by the advice of a cruel nobility and an ambitious ...
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Сторінка 202 - But in these cases We still have judgment here; that we but teach Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return To plague the inventor: This even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips.
Сторінка 210 - Hell is murky. Fie, my lord, fie ! a soldier, and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account? Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? Doct. Do you mark that? Lady M. The thane of Fife had a wife; where is she now? What, will these hands ne'er be clean? No more o' that, my lord, no more o' that: you mar all with this starting.
Сторінка 508 - And she may still exist in undiminished vigour when some traveller from New Zealand shall, in the midst of a vast solitude, take his stand on a broken arch of London Bridge to sketch the ruins of St. Paul's.
Сторінка 208 - Who was it that thus cried ? Why, worthy thane, You do unbend your noble strength, to think So brainsickly of things. Go, get some water, And wash this filthy witness from your hand.
Сторінка 145 - A poet is the most unpoetical of anything in existence, because he has no identity ; he is continually in for, and filling, some other body. The sun, the moon, the sea, and men and women, who are creatures of impulse, are poetical, and have about them an unchangeable attribute ; the poet has none, no identity. He is certainly the most unpoetical of all God's creatures.
Сторінка 15 - Goldsmith's plain narrative will please again and again. I would say to Robertson what an old tutor of a college said to one of his pupils : ' Read over your compositions, and wherever you meet with a passage which you think is particularly fine, strike it out.
Сторінка 145 - I am a member ; that sort distinguished from the Wordsworthian, or egotistical Sublime ; which is a thing per se, and stands alone), it is not itself — it has no self- -It is every thing and nothing — It has no character...
Сторінка 205 - Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition : By that sin fell the angels; how can man, then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it ? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Сторінка 150 - That it is so is no fault of mine. No ! — though it may sound a little paradoxical. It is as good as I had power to make it — by myself — Had I been nervous...
Сторінка 211 - She should have died hereafter; There would have been a time for such a word. Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death.