Noetes Ambrosianæ, Band 5Redfield, 1854 |
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... look on myself and stand ; But while I may my weapon wield I will not fail both heart and hand . 23 . Vos estis magni comites Et pauper miles ego , Sed pugnaturum dominum , Me otioso , nego : Sed corde , manu , enseque , Pugnabo quamdiu ...
... look on myself and stand ; But while I may my weapon wield I will not fail both heart and hand . 23 . Vos estis magni comites Et pauper miles ego , Sed pugnaturum dominum , Me otioso , nego : Sed corde , manu , enseque , Pugnabo quamdiu ...
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... look on it but I do trust you are not angry , sir- North ( crowing like a cock ) . I feel somewhat relieved now , Am- brose . Ambrose . How happy would I be could I believe that were a voluntary imitation ; but alas ! I fear it was the ...
... look on it but I do trust you are not angry , sir- North ( crowing like a cock ) . I feel somewhat relieved now , Am- brose . Ambrose . How happy would I be could I believe that were a voluntary imitation ; but alas ! I fear it was the ...
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... look like yourself again , sir . Thank heaven , the worst is over . North . Thank you , Mr. Ambrose . My lungs , that even now did crow like chanticleer , are comfortably clacking like a hen at brood . But my head has left a white stain ...
... look like yourself again , sir . Thank heaven , the worst is over . North . Thank you , Mr. Ambrose . My lungs , that even now did crow like chanticleer , are comfortably clacking like a hen at brood . But my head has left a white stain ...
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... look as if some misbegotten abortion , the untimely produce of a conjunction between an old docken and a middle - aged nettle . Ambrose . A bad cross . 1832. ] A POOR COUNTRY . 5 North . Very 4 [ FEB . NOCTES AMBROSIANÆ .
... look as if some misbegotten abortion , the untimely produce of a conjunction between an old docken and a middle - aged nettle . Ambrose . A bad cross . 1832. ] A POOR COUNTRY . 5 North . Very 4 [ FEB . NOCTES AMBROSIANÆ .
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... look with love on its stainless sleep , to my imagination , world- wearied , and now sore averse to all passion's strife , rises up the fair idea of repose ! Ambrose ( apparently much relieved ) . I too , sir , sometimes delight in ...
... look with love on its stainless sleep , to my imagination , world- wearied , and now sore averse to all passion's strife , rises up the fair idea of repose ! Ambrose ( apparently much relieved ) . I too , sir , sometimes delight in ...
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admiration afore alang amang Ambrose ance anither atween auld Aytoun baith beauty Bill Brougham Buller canna character Charles Kemble Christopher North cou'd cretur dear James dinna doon Duke Edinburgh England eyes face fear feel Forest frae genius Grey gude Hall happy haun hear heard heart heaven Hogg honor hope House human hurra imagination intil ither Jeffrey King look Lord Lord Advocate Lord Althorp Lord Brougham Lord Grey Lord Melbourne Maginn mair maist maun micht mind Mullion mysell naething nature never Noctes North owre passion poet political Reform Registrar round Sam Anderson Scotland Shepherd sing soul speak spirit sure tell thae theatres there's thing thocht thou Tickler Tory true verra warld weel Whig WILLIAM MAGINN word wou'd
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Seite 176 - What needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones, The labour of an age in piled stones, Or that his hallowed relics should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of Fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a livelong monument.
Seite 77 - It was not in the battle; No tempest gave the shock; She sprang no fatal leak; She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men.
Seite 34 - For the yeo-heave-o', and the heave-away, and the sighing seaman's cheer : When, weighing slow, at eve they go, far, far from love and home ; And sobbing sweethearts, in a row, wail o'er the ocean foam. In livid and obdurate gloom he darkens down at last; A shapely one he is, and strong, as e'er from cat was cast.
Seite 34 - And for the ghastly-grinning shark, to laugh his jaws to scorn: To leap down on the kraken's back, where 'mid Norwegian isles He lies, a lubber anchorage for sudden...
Seite 34 - King, and royal craftsmen we ; Strike in, strike in, the sparks begin to dull their rustling red!" Our hammers ring with sharper din, our work will soon be sped ; Our anchor soon must change...
Seite 420 - twas a bashful art, That I might rather feel, than see, The swelling of her heart. I calmed her fears, and she was calm, And told her love with virgin pride; And so I won my Genevieve, My bright and beauteous Bride.
Seite 297 - Search then the ruling passion: there, alone, The wild are constant, and the cunning known; The fool consistent, and the false sincere; Priests, princes, women, no dissemblers here. This clue once found, unravels all the rest, The prospect clears, and Wharton stands confest.
Seite 34 - Give honor to their memories who left the pleasant strand, To shed their blood so freely for the love of Fatherland — Who left their chance of quiet age and...
Seite 146 - And heaven had wanted one immortal song. But wild Ambition loves to slide, not stand, And Fortune's ice prefers to Virtue's land.
Seite 11 - Twas thus, by the cave of the mountain afar, While his harp rung symphonious, a hermit began ; No more with himself or with nature at war, He thought as a sage, though he felt as a man.