The Eclectic Magazine of Foreign Literature, Science, and Art, Volume 16Leavitt, Trow, & Company, 1849 - American literature |
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... hand , they kindle with indignation when the ancient rights of the people are tram- pled upon , on the other , they fire with almost equal zeal if an attempt is made to moderate the cruel spirit of ancient legislation . Generally ...
... hand , they kindle with indignation when the ancient rights of the people are tram- pled upon , on the other , they fire with almost equal zeal if an attempt is made to moderate the cruel spirit of ancient legislation . Generally ...
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... hand No longer move with languor : all her frame In animated gesture speaks the soul ; Though still her timid modesty of mind Tempers with grace the beauty of her mien . The King . She welcomes him ? Leonora . Yes , sire : such welcome ...
... hand No longer move with languor : all her frame In animated gesture speaks the soul ; Though still her timid modesty of mind Tempers with grace the beauty of her mien . The King . She welcomes him ? Leonora . Yes , sire : such welcome ...
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... hand . This done he ran up to the admiral . He found him al- ready risen , and in his dressing gown , standing leaning against the wall , and engaged in prayer . Still unsuspicious of the real truth , and imagining the populace , headed ...
... hand . This done he ran up to the admiral . He found him al- ready risen , and in his dressing gown , standing leaning against the wall , and engaged in prayer . Still unsuspicious of the real truth , and imagining the populace , headed ...
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... hand and placid brow , while ever and anon are the last in whom any real love for it is the irrepressible echoes of past sounds break to be found . There is something in the forth over desk or counter into jocund or small retailing of ...
... hand and placid brow , while ever and anon are the last in whom any real love for it is the irrepressible echoes of past sounds break to be found . There is something in the forth over desk or counter into jocund or small retailing of ...
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... hands are held out , and in a moment the whole fleet of melody is brought back in tri- umph and received with huzzas . It ... hand always filling up the foreground of our thoughts . We never enjoyed that symphony more than once under the ...
... hands are held out , and in a moment the whole fleet of melody is brought back in tri- umph and received with huzzas . It ... hand always filling up the foreground of our thoughts . We never enjoyed that symphony more than once under the ...
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Page 202 - But in these cases We still have judgment here; that we but teach Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return To plague the inventor: This even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips.
Page 210 - Hell is murky. Fie, my lord, fie ! a soldier, and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account? Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? Doct. Do you mark that? Lady M. The thane of Fife had a wife; where is she now? What, will these hands ne'er be clean? No more o' that, my lord, no more o' that: you mar all with this starting.
Page 508 - And she may still exist in undiminished vigour when some traveller from New Zealand shall, in the midst of a vast solitude, take his stand on a broken arch of London Bridge to sketch the ruins of St. Paul's.
Page 208 - Who was it that thus cried ? Why, worthy thane, You do unbend your noble strength, to think So brainsickly of things. Go, get some water, And wash this filthy witness from your hand.
Page 145 - A poet is the most unpoetical of anything in existence, because he has no identity ; he is continually in for, and filling, some other body. The sun, the moon, the sea, and men and women, who are creatures of impulse, are poetical, and have about them an unchangeable attribute ; the poet has none, no identity. He is certainly the most unpoetical of all God's creatures.
Page 15 - Goldsmith's plain narrative will please again and again. I would say to Robertson what an old tutor of a college said to one of his pupils : ' Read over your compositions, and wherever you meet with a passage which you think is particularly fine, strike it out.
Page 145 - I am a member ; that sort distinguished from the Wordsworthian, or egotistical Sublime ; which is a thing per se, and stands alone), it is not itself — it has no self- -It is every thing and nothing — It has no character...
Page 205 - Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition : By that sin fell the angels; how can man, then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it ? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Page 150 - That it is so is no fault of mine. No ! — though it may sound a little paradoxical. It is as good as I had power to make it — by myself — Had I been nervous...
Page 211 - She should have died hereafter; There would have been a time for such a word. Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death.