Lives of the illustrious. The Biographical magazine [ed. by J.P. Edwards]. |
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... light up the secret mine , " we would see it clothed with its proper brilliance by the glare of day . But we stray too widely ; -only let us add that most of the Illus- trious may be referred to one of these three classes . These are ...
... light up the secret mine , " we would see it clothed with its proper brilliance by the glare of day . But we stray too widely ; -only let us add that most of the Illus- trious may be referred to one of these three classes . These are ...
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... light , but a great want of what Bacon would have called dry light . Whatever Mr. Gladstone sees is refracted and distorted by a false medium of passions and prejudices . His style bears a remarkable analogy to his mode of thinking ...
... light , but a great want of what Bacon would have called dry light . Whatever Mr. Gladstone sees is refracted and distorted by a false medium of passions and prejudices . His style bears a remarkable analogy to his mode of thinking ...
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... light " of our author's diction , into the clearer atmosphere of popular phraseology , we may say ; -he holds that the ordinances of baptism and the Lord's supper are veritable means of communicating grace , not merely the symbols of ...
... light " of our author's diction , into the clearer atmosphere of popular phraseology , we may say ; -he holds that the ordinances of baptism and the Lord's supper are veritable means of communicating grace , not merely the symbols of ...
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... light upon the play which re- vealed the whole part to the imagina- tion of the audience , this was the work On the 15th of May , 1821 , " The Tem- pest , " was revived , as an opera , our hero being the Prospero ; he exerted himself ...
... light upon the play which re- vealed the whole part to the imagina- tion of the audience , this was the work On the 15th of May , 1821 , " The Tem- pest , " was revived , as an opera , our hero being the Prospero ; he exerted himself ...
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... light dramatic pieces of that farther into that language than the day . An elder brother of Theodore was exempla minora . Accordingly Theodore destined for the church , took holy or- remained at home ; but he was not al- ders , and ...
... light dramatic pieces of that farther into that language than the day . An elder brother of Theodore was exempla minora . Accordingly Theodore destined for the church , took holy or- remained at home ; but he was not al- ders , and ...
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Сторінка 109 - LIFE IN LONDON : or, the Day and Night Scenes of Jerry Hawthorn, Esq., and his Elegant Friend, Corinthian Tom.
Сторінка 190 - Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart; Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea: Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free. So didst thou travel on life's common way. In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay.
Сторінка 264 - Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He star'd at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Сторінка 275 - While round the armed bands Did clap their bloody hands ; He nothing common did, or mean, Upon that memorable scene, But with his keener eye The axe's edge did try ; Nor called the gods with vulgar spite To vindicate his helpless right, But bowed his comely head Down, as upon a bed.
Сторінка 255 - Trust in the Lord, and do good; so shalt thou dwell in the land, and verily thou shalt be fed.
Сторінка 196 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Сторінка 270 - BRIGHT star ! would I were steadfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night. And watching, with eternal lids apart. Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores...
Сторінка 184 - I think it shame to covenant with any knowing reader that for some few years yet I may go on trust with him toward the payment of what I am now indebted, as being a work not to be raised from the heat of youth or the vapours of wine, like that which flows at waste from the pen of some vulgar amorist or the trencher fury of a rhyming parasite...
Сторінка 196 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine: But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Сторінка 168 - O'er each fair sleeping brow ; She had each folded flower in sight, — Where are those dreamers now ? One, 'midst the forests of the West, By a dark stream is laid, — The Indian knows his place of rest, Far in the cedar shade. The sea, the blue, lone sea, hath one, He lies where pearls lie deep, — He was the loved of all, yet none O'er his low bed may weep.