The Eclectic Magazine of Foreign Literature, Science, and Art, Том 16Leavitt, Trow, & Company, 1849 |
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... never adopted . It must be owned that the violence of Lord Russell against the Roman Catholics betrayed him into credulity . It was the fault of honest men in that age ; and it is singular , that absurd as the story of the popish plot ...
... never adopted . It must be owned that the violence of Lord Russell against the Roman Catholics betrayed him into credulity . It was the fault of honest men in that age ; and it is singular , that absurd as the story of the popish plot ...
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... never ceased to work upon our frame of government , as a sculptor fashions the model of a favorite statue . It is an act now seldom used , and the disuse has been attended with evils of the most alarming magnitude . " cussion of the ...
... never ceased to work upon our frame of government , as a sculptor fashions the model of a favorite statue . It is an act now seldom used , and the disuse has been attended with evils of the most alarming magnitude . " cussion of the ...
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... never mentioned . It is their skill in embodying in a daily journal the feelings and reasonings which come home to the business and the bosoms of large portions of their countrymen , that obtains for their writings fame and general ...
... never mentioned . It is their skill in embodying in a daily journal the feelings and reasonings which come home to the business and the bosoms of large portions of their countrymen , that obtains for their writings fame and general ...
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... Never to leave her presence ; and to break That rule , so long as I can hold my station , Were to betray my duty , soil my race . None ever yet , of countrymen or friends , Or childish playmates of her infancy , Or near relations of ...
... Never to leave her presence ; and to break That rule , so long as I can hold my station , Were to betray my duty , soil my race . None ever yet , of countrymen or friends , Or childish playmates of her infancy , Or near relations of ...
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... Never was a nation more prepared for revolution by previous discussion ; never did a nation in revolution wander so much without chart or compass , through stormy seas , in darkness and in danger . ' 99 " Neque semper arcum tendit ...
... Never was a nation more prepared for revolution by previous discussion ; never did a nation in revolution wander so much without chart or compass , through stormy seas , in darkness and in danger . ' 99 " Neque semper arcum tendit ...
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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.