Lives of the illustrious. The Biographical magazine [ed. by J.P. Edwards]. |
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... position of , at least , responsibility . It shall be , as it has been , our constant endeavour worthily to execute the objects it professes . What we have accomplished is before our readers . It is theirs to praise or blame . We again ...
... position of , at least , responsibility . It shall be , as it has been , our constant endeavour worthily to execute the objects it professes . What we have accomplished is before our readers . It is theirs to praise or blame . We again ...
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... position as a writer , but as being the very first of American novelists . Men are only seen in their true greatness by comparison ; one com- pares Virgil to Homer , and Dante to Milton ; and , following this out , flat- terers call the ...
... position as a writer , but as being the very first of American novelists . Men are only seen in their true greatness by comparison ; one com- pares Virgil to Homer , and Dante to Milton ; and , following this out , flat- terers call the ...
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... position in which he was placed . What he wrote many years afterwards , clearly indicates his mental state at this period : - " A sin- gular miscalculation of nature had combined my poetical tendencies with the place of my birth . Any ...
... position in which he was placed . What he wrote many years afterwards , clearly indicates his mental state at this period : - " A sin- gular miscalculation of nature had combined my poetical tendencies with the place of my birth . Any ...
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... position there was still much to excite doubts and fears . Convinced at last of the hopelessness of his case , his passion sought a new object , and presently found one in the person of Margaret Schwan , the daughter of the bookseller ...
... position there was still much to excite doubts and fears . Convinced at last of the hopelessness of his case , his passion sought a new object , and presently found one in the person of Margaret Schwan , the daughter of the bookseller ...
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... position they have a certain weight , and they produce " reverberated thunder " elsewhere . The position that the critic took , in this instance , was a guarded one . The recent Fishery dis pute had made the English fear a dis- turbance ...
... position they have a certain weight , and they produce " reverberated thunder " elsewhere . The position that the critic took , in this instance , was a guarded one . The recent Fishery dis pute had made the English fear a dis- turbance ...
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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.