The Eclectic Magazine of Foreign Literature, Science, and Art, Том 16Leavitt, Trow, & Company, 1849 |
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... object of desire ; as no man can obtain it till he is incapable of enjoying it . To this I shall answer , that himself living in the future , he foresees the homage that will attend upon his name . It would be easy to show that almost ...
... object of desire ; as no man can obtain it till he is incapable of enjoying it . To this I shall answer , that himself living in the future , he foresees the homage that will attend upon his name . It would be easy to show that almost ...
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... prefatory remarks , announces his object to have been the illustration of " two very plain but some- what neglected truths , " viz . : — " First , that the continental monarchies of Eu- rope 6 [ Jan. , THE LITERARY CHARACTER OF.
... prefatory remarks , announces his object to have been the illustration of " two very plain but some- what neglected truths , " viz . : — " First , that the continental monarchies of Eu- rope 6 [ Jan. , THE LITERARY CHARACTER OF.
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... object of such service . That the essay , or rather collection of essays , was intended as an advertisement of the noble lord's political creed , no one can doubt , who reads the ninety - one chapters into which the said volume , of 305 ...
... object of such service . That the essay , or rather collection of essays , was intended as an advertisement of the noble lord's political creed , no one can doubt , who reads the ninety - one chapters into which the said volume , of 305 ...
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... object of public care for punishment or reward . The members of these communities thus became attached to the peculiar customs of their city ; and , when attacked by a foreign enemy , they defended themselves with the more vigor and ...
... object of public care for punishment or reward . The members of these communities thus became attached to the peculiar customs of their city ; and , when attacked by a foreign enemy , they defended themselves with the more vigor and ...
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... object of the veneration of the whole world . " [ Page 27. The Reformation . ] " There is a period in the history of Europe when every com- motion on its surface was occasioned by one cause , deeply seated like the internal fire that is ...
... object of the veneration of the whole world . " [ Page 27. The Reformation . ] " There is a period in the history of Europe when every com- motion on its surface was occasioned by one cause , deeply seated like the internal fire that is ...
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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.