The Southern Review, Volume 7Albert Taylor Bledsoe, Sophia M'Ilvaine Bledsoe Herrick Bledsoe and Browne, 1870 - Periodicals |
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... spirits , and wonderful powers of mimicry , afforded infinite amusement to his comrades at school , and afterwards ... spirit , vivacity , and perfect ease of the young player , were long remembered in Lichfield . ' Thus it was that in ...
... spirits , and wonderful powers of mimicry , afforded infinite amusement to his comrades at school , and afterwards ... spirit , vivacity , and perfect ease of the young player , were long remembered in Lichfield . ' Thus it was that in ...
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... spirits , could bestow ; and yet so tempering his enjoyments with modesty and refinement , that he never over- stepped the boundaries of propriety . It cannot be doubted , that he would have become a player at this time , if he had ...
... spirits , could bestow ; and yet so tempering his enjoyments with modesty and refinement , that he never over- stepped the boundaries of propriety . It cannot be doubted , that he would have become a player at this time , if he had ...
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... spirits of darkness , ' he says , ' have least influence over mortals . ' At their meeting , the conversation becoming general , Ray- mond found that he could speak of no countries with which his guest was not familiar , and he remarked ...
... spirits of darkness , ' he says , ' have least influence over mortals . ' At their meeting , the conversation becoming general , Ray- mond found that he could speak of no countries with which his guest was not familiar , and he remarked ...
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... spirit entered and approached the circle . The Jew with the uplifted crucifix exclaimed three times , with deep solemnity : ' Beatrice ! ' The spirit in sepulchral voice . answered back : What wouldst thou ? The novelist then concludes ...
... spirit entered and approached the circle . The Jew with the uplifted crucifix exclaimed three times , with deep solemnity : ' Beatrice ! ' The spirit in sepulchral voice . answered back : What wouldst thou ? The novelist then concludes ...
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... spirit , and I trouble this world no more . Now let me depart ; these flames are scorching . " ' He let the hand drop slowly which held the crucifix , and which till then he had pointed towards her . The apparition bowed her head , and ...
... spirit , and I trouble this world no more . Now let me depart ; these flames are scorching . " ' He let the hand drop slowly which held the crucifix , and which till then he had pointed towards her . The apparition bowed her head , and ...
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Page 309 - By the o'ergrowth of some complexion, Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason, Or by some habit that too much o'er-leavens The form of plausive manners ; that these men, Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect, Being nature's livery, or fortune's star, Their virtues else, be they as pure as grace, As infinite as man may undergo, Shall in the general censure take corruption From that particular fault : the dram of eale Doth all the noble substance of a doubt To his own scandal.
Page 312 - Ghost. Murder most foul, as in the best it is ; But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.
Page 296 - tis none to you; for there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so. To me it is a prison.
Page 298 - I have of late — but wherefore I know not — lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Page 302 - He took me by the wrist and held me hard ; Then goes he to the length of all his arm, And with his other hand thus o'er his brow, He falls to such perusal of my face As he would draw it.
Page 312 - But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Page 313 - I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there...
Page 313 - Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive Against thy mother aught; leave her to heaven, And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge To prick and sting her.
Page 302 - I'll tent him to the quick : if he but blench, I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil : and the devil hath power T' assume a pleasing shape ; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, As he is very potent with such spirits, Abuses me to damn me : I'll have grounds More relative than this : — the play's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
Page 300 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long...