The Eclectic Magazine of Foreign Literature, Science, and Art, Том 16Leavitt, Trow, & Company, 1849 |
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... respect . We cannot help , however , contrasting the career of a popular " Rédacteur ” in France , and the favorite edi- tor of an English journal . The one is feted and caressed in all societies , reaches to the pinnacle of political ...
... respect . We cannot help , however , contrasting the career of a popular " Rédacteur ” in France , and the favorite edi- tor of an English journal . The one is feted and caressed in all societies , reaches to the pinnacle of political ...
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... respect for those who fell into the delusion than for those who es- For though the treatment of the subject may be partial , it cannot fail to disclose the presence or the want of the qualities of the biographer . Copious materials and ...
... respect for those who fell into the delusion than for those who es- For though the treatment of the subject may be partial , it cannot fail to disclose the presence or the want of the qualities of the biographer . Copious materials and ...
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... respects , the former might seem much the more likely of the two . The authority of the temporal sovereign had been more frequently dis- puted than that of the Pope , and in the laws and customs of all nations were to be found the prin ...
... respects , the former might seem much the more likely of the two . The authority of the temporal sovereign had been more frequently dis- puted than that of the Pope , and in the laws and customs of all nations were to be found the prin ...
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... anarchy . All that had previously formed a title to respect became an object of proscription ; neither wealth , nor station , nor character , nor down this besetting sin . There is no origi- nality 1849. ] 15 LORD JOHN RUSSELL .
... anarchy . All that had previously formed a title to respect became an object of proscription ; neither wealth , nor station , nor character , nor down this besetting sin . There is no origi- nality 1849. ] 15 LORD JOHN RUSSELL .
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... respect to her funeral , and discharge her debts , he wrote his Rasselas , and ob- tained for it , from the booksellers , the sum of £ 100 . Happily , however , these high services to literature were not to pass unrewarded : in 1762 he ...
... respect to her funeral , and discharge her debts , he wrote his Rasselas , and ob- tained for it , from the booksellers , the sum of £ 100 . Happily , however , these high services to literature were not to pass unrewarded : in 1762 he ...
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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.