The Quarterly Review, Том 69William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) John Murray, 1842 |
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... Joan of Arc , the Maid of Orleans . The eighth volume of M. Petitot's Collection ' contains many ancient documents re- ferring to her history , —an original letter , for example , from the Sire de Laval to his mother , describing her ...
... Joan of Arc , the Maid of Orleans . The eighth volume of M. Petitot's Collection ' contains many ancient documents re- ferring to her history , —an original letter , for example , from the Sire de Laval to his mother , describing her ...
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... Joan often repaired was a venerable beech , which spread its ancient boughs on the confines of the neighbouring forest of Bois Chenu . At its foot ran a clear streamlet , to whose waters healing powers ... Joan was cast Joan of Arc . 283.
... Joan often repaired was a venerable beech , which spread its ancient boughs on the confines of the neighbouring forest of Bois Chenu . At its foot ran a clear streamlet , to whose waters healing powers ... Joan was cast Joan of Arc . 283.
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... Joan was cast were such as to turn an ardent spirit towards things of earth as well as towards things of heaven . Her young heart beat high with enthusiasm for her native France , now beset and beleaguered by the island- strangers . Her ...
... Joan was cast were such as to turn an ardent spirit towards things of earth as well as towards things of heaven . Her young heart beat high with enthusiasm for her native France , now beset and beleaguered by the island- strangers . Her ...
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... Joan had been for several years a servant at an inn . * The fiery spirit of Joan , wrought upon by the twofold impulse of religious and political enthusiasm , was not slow in teeming with vivid dreams and ardent aspirations : ere long ...
... Joan had been for several years a servant at an inn . * The fiery spirit of Joan , wrought upon by the twofold impulse of religious and political enthusiasm , was not slow in teeming with vivid dreams and ardent aspirations : ere long ...
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... Joan herself that she was struck with affright at the first of these visions ( eut moult paour de ce ' ) , but that the following ones filled her with ecstacy and rapture . When the Saints were disappearing , I used to weep and beseech ...
... Joan herself that she was struck with affright at the first of these visions ( eut moult paour de ce ' ) , but that the following ones filled her with ecstacy and rapture . When the Saints were disappearing , I used to weep and beseech ...
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Сторінка 25 - This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not. — Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Сторінка 32 - Yet nature is made better by no mean, But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race: this is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Сторінка 33 - Save base authority from others' books. • These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights, That give a name to every fixed star, Have no more profit of their shining nights, Than those that walk, and wot not what they are.
Сторінка 5 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower, Then Nature said, ' A lovelier flower On earth was never sown; This Child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A Lady of my own.
Сторінка 493 - For the children of Israel shall abide many days without a king, and without a prince, and without a sacrifice, and without an image, and without an ephod, and without teraphim: afterward shall the children of Israel return, and seek the Lord their God, and David their king; and shall fear the Lord and his goodness in the latter days.
Сторінка 451 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn. Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Сторінка 2 - SCORN not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frowned, Mindless of its just honours ; with this key Shakspeare unlocked his heart; the melody Of this small lute gave ease to Petrarch's wound; A thousand times this pipe did Tasso sound; With it Camoens soothed an exile's grief; The Sonnet glittered a gay myrtle leaf Amid the cypress with which Dante crowned His visionary brow: a glow-worm lamp, It...
Сторінка 457 - To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss ; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this ! The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow; It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame: I hear thy name spoken And share in its shame. They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o'er me — Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee Who knew thee too well : Long, long shall I rue thee Too deeply to tell.
Сторінка 254 - Every man of an immense crowded audience appeared to me to go away as I did, ready to take arms against writs of assistance. Then and there was the first scene of the first act of opposition to the arbitrary claims of Great Britain. Then and there the child Independence was born. In fifteen years, ie in 1776, he grew up to manhood and declared himself free.
Сторінка 451 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...