The Monthly Review, Band 6

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Sir Henry John Newbolt, Charles Hanbury-Williams
J. Murray, 1902

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Seite 148 - And it shall come to pass, that he who fleeth from the noise of the fear shall fall into the pit; And he that cometh up out of the midst of the pit shall be taken in the snare : For the windows from on high are open, And the foundations of the earth do shake.
Seite 125 - Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently; for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, the whirlwind of passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness.
Seite 148 - They have prepared a net for my steps; my soul is bowed down: they have digged a pit before me, into the midst whereof they are fallen themselves.
Seite 31 - The expenses of a war are the moral check which it has pleased the Almighty to impose upon the ambition and the lust of conquest that are inherent in so many nations.
Seite 125 - But he knew that such indiscriminate prodigality was, to use his own admirable language, " from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the first and now, was, and is, to hold, as it were, the mirror up to nature.
Seite 148 - His mischief shall return upon his own head, and his violent dealing shall come down upon his own pate.
Seite 118 - Their country was entered by white men, but a few hundred years since ; and thirty millions of these are now scuffling for the goods and luxuries of life, over the bones and ashes of twelve millions of red men ; six millions of whom have fallen victims to the small-pox, and the remainder to the sword, the bayonet...
Seite 3 - If a man is to write A Panegyrick, he may keep vices out of sight; but if he professes to write A Life, he must represent it really as it was...
Seite 147 - The bi-literal cypher of Sir Francis Bacon discovered in his works and deciphered by Mrs.
Seite 147 - These last are what have attracted other poets at all times. ' The world may like, for all I care, The gentler voice, the cooler head, That bows a rival to despair, And cheaply compliments the dead. Thanked, and self-pleased : ay, let him wear What to that noble breast was due ; And I, dear passionate Teucer, dare Go through the homeless world with you.

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