New Monthly Magazine, and Universal Register, Band 39Thomas Campbell, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Samuel Carter Hall, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth E. W. Allen, 1833 |
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... half an hour , at the commencement of the celebrated fencing - scene between Hamlet and Laertes , just to see what sort of affair the strollers , would make of it . to startongend my In due time , the door - keeper , to whom we ...
... half an hour , at the commencement of the celebrated fencing - scene between Hamlet and Laertes , just to see what sort of affair the strollers , would make of it . to startongend my In due time , the door - keeper , to whom we ...
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... half way down them , to greet me with the most cordial wel- come . Had he received the visit of a powerful patron or generous bene- factor , he could not , or at least need not , have shown more gratitude than he evinced at the ...
... half way down them , to greet me with the most cordial wel- come . Had he received the visit of a powerful patron or generous bene- factor , he could not , or at least need not , have shown more gratitude than he evinced at the ...
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... half a score of waiters , women , and attendant gazers , who all struggled for a look at the great man . He staggered rapidly up stairs , and we three after him ; and he , to the apparent horror of several of the waiters and others ...
... half a score of waiters , women , and attendant gazers , who all struggled for a look at the great man . He staggered rapidly up stairs , and we three after him ; and he , to the apparent horror of several of the waiters and others ...
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... half misery , half vice . The day is done - the weary sun hath set— But there no slumber bids their hearts forget ; Still the quick wheel in whirring circles turns- Still the pale wretch his hard won penny earns And choked with dust ...
... half misery , half vice . The day is done - the weary sun hath set— But there no slumber bids their hearts forget ; Still the quick wheel in whirring circles turns- Still the pale wretch his hard won penny earns And choked with dust ...
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... kind of man on the half , the quar- ter , the fortieth part of that sum ; believe me , I could , dear mamma . ' " " 66 ' My dearest Caroline , I should be very ( 25 ) The Divorcée Dévote, by the Author of the O'Hara Tales.
... kind of man on the half , the quar- ter , the fortieth part of that sum ; believe me , I could , dear mamma . ' " " 66 ' My dearest Caroline , I should be very ( 25 ) The Divorcée Dévote, by the Author of the O'Hara Tales.
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Seite 99 - Were with his heart, and that was far away. He recked not of the life he lost, nor prize; But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother, — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday! — All this rushed with his blood. — Shall he expire, And unavenged? Arise, ye Goths, and glut your ire!
Seite 34 - Vice is a monster of such hideous mien, That to be hated, needs but to be seen; But seen too oft', familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
Seite 99 - As for nobility in particular persons, it is a reverend thing to see an ancient castle or building not in decay, or to see a fair timber tree sound and perfect; how much more to behold an ancient noble family, which hath stood against the waves and weathers of time?
Seite 327 - O, how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields ; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, » And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of Heaven, O, how canst thou renounce^ and hope to be forgiven ! These charms shall work thy soul's eternal health, And love, and gentleness, and joy,...
Seite 291 - Every tax ought to be so contrived as both to take out and to keep out of the pockets of the people as Little as possible, over and above what it brings into the public treasury of the state.
Seite 470 - Now this will not be insurrection ; it will be simply passive resistance. The men may remain at leisure : there is and can be no law to compel them to work against their will.
Seite 99 - I see before me the Gladiator lie: He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, 0260 Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
Seite 46 - Brethren, if a man be overtaken in a fault, ye which are spiritual, restore such an one in the spirit of meekness ; considering thyself, lest thou also be tempted.
Seite 46 - For the unbelieving husband is sanctified by the wife, and the unbelieving wife is sanctified by the husband : else were your children unclean ; but now are they holy.
Seite 99 - I must send you, in the behalf of all poets, that while you live, you live in love, and never get favour for lacking skill of a Sonnet, and, when you die, your memory die from the earth for want of an Epitaph.