The St. Petersburg English Review, of Literature, the Arts, and Sciences, Band 3Hauer and Company, 1842 |
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... light discovered me still so engaged . I cannot flatter the au- thors whom I read that the intense interest of their volumes had not , in the intermediate time , occasionally acted as a nar- cotic . For this waiting up I received many a ...
... light discovered me still so engaged . I cannot flatter the au- thors whom I read that the intense interest of their volumes had not , in the intermediate time , occasionally acted as a nar- cotic . For this waiting up I received many a ...
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... light , which seemed to be partially obs- cured . My alarms now returned , but they were supernatural no longer . The servants had long retired to rest , and no one could have placed a light there with any other than a feloni- ous ...
... light , which seemed to be partially obs- cured . My alarms now returned , but they were supernatural no longer . The servants had long retired to rest , and no one could have placed a light there with any other than a feloni- ous ...
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... light My life's horizon in its happiness : Nor would I try to paint , In earthly colour faint , That rainbow - lighted life - the life that she will bless . Hush then that fluttering strain : Cease , Lyre , the effort vain : Thou wert ...
... light My life's horizon in its happiness : Nor would I try to paint , In earthly colour faint , That rainbow - lighted life - the life that she will bless . Hush then that fluttering strain : Cease , Lyre , the effort vain : Thou wert ...
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... light , which seems to direct us out of the paths in which we were wandering ; but it vanishes before we have finished it . Indeed - if we might say so with due reverence— the poet leaves us even more perplexed than the critics ; and we ...
... light , which seems to direct us out of the paths in which we were wandering ; but it vanishes before we have finished it . Indeed - if we might say so with due reverence— the poet leaves us even more perplexed than the critics ; and we ...
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... light . And it is still a conceit in Milton , whether borrowed or not : . ' Dark with excessive light Thy skirts appear ; Yet dazzle heaven , that brightest seraphim Approach not , but with both wings veil their eyes . ' And still more ...
... light . And it is still a conceit in Milton , whether borrowed or not : . ' Dark with excessive light Thy skirts appear ; Yet dazzle heaven , that brightest seraphim Approach not , but with both wings veil their eyes . ' And still more ...
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Seite 371 - Ecstasy! My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time, And makes as healthful music. It is not madness That I have utter'd : bring me to the test, And I the matter will re-word, which madness Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace, Lay not that flattering unction to your soul, That not your trespass but my madness speaks; It will but skin and film the ulcerous place, Whiles rank corruption, mining all within, Infects unseen.
Seite 172 - Fear ye not me? Saith the LORD: will ye not tremble at my presence, which have placed the sand for the bound of the sea by a perpetual decree, that it cannot pass it: and though the waves thereof toss themselves, yet can they not prevail; though they roar, yet can they not pass over it?
Seite 229 - He is a middle-sized, spare man, about forty years old, of a brown complexion and darkbrown coloured hair, but wears a wig ; a hooked nose, a sharp chin, grey eyes, and a large mole near his mouth...
Seite 116 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Seite 359 - I never saw them afterwards, or any sign of them except three of their hats, one cap, and two shoes that were not fellows.
Seite 90 - The man that lays his hand upon a woman, Save in the way of kindness, is a wretch Whom 'twere gross flattery to name a coward.— I'll talk to you, lady, but not beat you.
Seite 358 - Robinson Kreutznaer; but by the usual corruption of words in England we are now called, nay, we call ourselves, and write our name "Crusoe," and so my companions always called me.
Seite 20 - The sun had long since, in the lap Of Thetis, taken out his nap, And, like a lobster boil'd, the morn From black to red began to turn...
Seite 127 - For, so to interpose a little ease, Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise; Ay me ! whilst thee the shores and sounding seas Wash far away, where'er thy bones are hurled; Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides, Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide Visit'st the bottom of the monstrous world...
Seite 81 - twould a saint provoke," (Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke ;} " No, let a charming chintz and Brussels lace Wrap my cold limbs, and shade my lifeless face : One would not, sure, be frightful when one's dead — And — Betty — give this cheek a little red.