New Monthly Magazine, and Universal Register, Band 107

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Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth
Henry Colburn, 1856
 

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Seite 454 - Only among the aisles of the cathedral, only as we gaze upon their silent figures sleeping on their tombs, some faint conceptions float before us of what these men were when they were alive ; and perhaps in the sound of church bells, that peculiar creation of mediaeval age, which falls upon the ear like the echo of a vanished world.
Seite 496 - Tiber! Father Tiber! To whom the Romans pray, A Roman's life, a Roman's arms, Take thou in charge this day!" So he spake, and speaking sheathed The good sword by his side, And with his harness on his back, Plunged headlong in the tide.
Seite 27 - I will give him the full sway of the patronage of office — I will give him the whole host of ministerial influence — I will give him all the power that place can confer upon him, to purchase up submission and overawe resistance ; and yet, armed with the liberty of the press, I will go forth to meet him undismayed — I will attack the mighty fabric he has reared with that mightier engine — I will shake down from its height corruption, and bury it amidst the ruins of the abuses it was meant...
Seite 125 - ... manhood on my cheek, was I, — For yet I lived like one not born to die ; A thriftless prodigal of smiles and tears, No hope I needed, and I knew no fears. But sleep, though sweet, is only sleep, and waking, I waked to sleep no more, at once o'ertaking The vanguard of my age, with all arrears Of duty on my back. Nor child, nor man, Nor youth, nor sage, I find my head is grey, For I have lost the race I never ran : A rathe December blights my lagging May ; And still I am a child, though I be...
Seite 376 - ... side of a most expressive face, large tender eyes, richly fringed by dark eyelashes, a smile like a sunbeam, and such a look of youthfulness that I had some difficulty in persuading a friend, in whose carriage we went together to Chiswick, that the translatress of the " Prometheus " of ^Eschylus, the authoress of the " Essay on Mind," was old enough to be introduced into company, in technical language, was
Seite 155 - Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd, Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain, And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart?
Seite 454 - And now it is all gone — like an unsubstantial pageant faded; and between us and the old English there lies a gulf of mystery which the prose of the historian will never adequately bridge. They cannot come to us, and our imagination can but feebly penetrate to them.
Seite 371 - A young lady then, whom to miss were a caret In any verse-history, named, I think, Barrett, (I took her at first for a sister of Tennyson) Knelt, and receiv'd the god's kindliest benison. • —
Seite 28 - A journalist is a grumbler, a censurer, a giver of advice, a regent of sovereigns, a tutor of nations. Four hostile newspapers are more to be feared than a thousand bayonets.
Seite 464 - Such as have settled in new habitations since the late Fire, and desire for the convenience of their correspondence to publish the place of their present abode, or to give notice of Goods lost or found, may repair to the corner House in Bloomsbury...

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