The Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, Band 6Leavitt, Throw and Company, 1845 |
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... thought and expression . The latter will often fall as much below the true mean of such a man's merits ; and what is of more consequence , must depend - except in the rare case in which some faithful Boswell continually dogs the heels ...
... thought and expression . The latter will often fall as much below the true mean of such a man's merits ; and what is of more consequence , must depend - except in the rare case in which some faithful Boswell continually dogs the heels ...
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... thought so once ; I was of that contest , than it would be to suppose wrong . I think so no more . I appeal that Cromwell anticipated his Protectorate from Luther in ignorance , to Luther well- at the time of the battle of Newbury ; or ...
... thought so once ; I was of that contest , than it would be to suppose wrong . I think so no more . I appeal that Cromwell anticipated his Protectorate from Luther in ignorance , to Luther well- at the time of the battle of Newbury ; or ...
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... thought and reflection , not merely a very clever man's hasty deductions from materials collected for the nonce . are sorry to say , however , that such is not the case with all of them ; and that the most signal exception occurs ...
... thought and reflection , not merely a very clever man's hasty deductions from materials collected for the nonce . are sorry to say , however , that such is not the case with all of them ; and that the most signal exception occurs ...
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... thought . When a mere child he first got by heart the gems of With the inconsistency of an advocate the Moisade , and then indited irreverent who feels that he has a bad case in hand , rhymes of his own , for the express pur- Lord ...
... thought . When a mere child he first got by heart the gems of With the inconsistency of an advocate the Moisade , and then indited irreverent who feels that he has a bad case in hand , rhymes of his own , for the express pur- Lord ...
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... thought by Lord Brougham to version of such divine talents . The indecen- countenance the notion that Voltaire's inti - cy , often amounting to absolute obscenity , macy with the lady of Cirey was regarded as one of pure friendship by ...
... thought by Lord Brougham to version of such divine talents . The indecen- countenance the notion that Voltaire's inti - cy , often amounting to absolute obscenity , macy with the lady of Cirey was regarded as one of pure friendship by ...
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Seite 221 - Let us alone. Time driveth onward fast, And in a little while our lips are dumb. Let us alone. What is it that will last? All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful Past.
Seite 227 - When merry milkmaids click the latch, And rarely smells the new-mown hay, And the cock hath sung beneath the thatch Twice or thrice his roundelay, Twice or thrice his roundelay ; Alone and warming his five wits, The white owl in the belfry sits.
Seite 221 - And thro' the moss the ivies creep, And in the stream the long-leaved flowers weep, And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep. Why are we weigh'd upon with heaviness, And utterly consumed with sharp distress. While all things else have rest from weariness? All things have rest: why should we toil alone, We only toil, who are the first of things, And make perpetual moan, Still from one sorrow to another thrown: Nor ever fold our wings, And cease from wanderings, Nor steep our brows in slumber's...
Seite 427 - With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
Seite 99 - My substance was not hid from thee, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.
Seite 221 - And all at once they sang, " Our island home Is far beyond the wave, we will no longer roam.
Seite 225 - Camelot; And up and down the people go Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro...
Seite 229 - God gives us love. Something to love He lends us ; but, when love is grown To ripeness, that on which it throve Falls off, and love is left alone.
Seite 221 - And their warm tears : but all hath suffer'd change For surely now our household hearths are cold : Our sons inherit us : our looks are strange : And we should come like ghosts to trouble joy. Or else the island princes over-bold Have eat our substance, and the minstrel sings Before them of the ten years' war in Troy, And our great deeds, as half-forgotten things.
Seite 327 - Offending race of human kind, By nature, reason, learning, blind ; You who, through frailty, stepp'd aside ; And you, who never fell from pride : You who in different sects were shamm'd, And come to see each other damn'd ; (So some folk told you, but they knew No more of Jove's designs than you ;) — The world's mad business now is o'er, And I resent these pranks no more. — I to such blockheads set my wit ! I damn such fools ! — -Go, go, you're bit.