The St. Petersburg English Review, of Literature, the Arts, and Sciences, Band 3Hauer and Company, 1842 |
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... truth and happiness as if the last ten years , blotted out of time , were to be repeated to - morrow . . His family seat was an awfully venerable castle , of sound tremendous to Saxon tongue , and there I spent ( not lone- somely indeed ...
... truth and happiness as if the last ten years , blotted out of time , were to be repeated to - morrow . . His family seat was an awfully venerable castle , of sound tremendous to Saxon tongue , and there I spent ( not lone- somely indeed ...
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... truth , I was very much alone . The House of Commons , then in the full vigour of the session , occupied many of my husband's nights , and gave ample business to almost every hour of his day . I saw little of him from the time he rose ...
... truth , I was very much alone . The House of Commons , then in the full vigour of the session , occupied many of my husband's nights , and gave ample business to almost every hour of his day . I saw little of him from the time he rose ...
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... truth asserts it to be a creative faculty . May we venture on the still bolder step of quarrelling with the instance which so high an authority has selected in sup- port of his position ? The passage from Lord Chesterfield is of course ...
... truth asserts it to be a creative faculty . May we venture on the still bolder step of quarrelling with the instance which so high an authority has selected in sup- port of his position ? The passage from Lord Chesterfield is of course ...
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... truth -but there is no creation . In the following often - quoted lines of Dubartas- ' Loin des murs flamboyans qui renferment le molde , Dans le centre caché d'une clarté profonde , Dieu repose en lui - même- ' the first line presents ...
... truth -but there is no creation . In the following often - quoted lines of Dubartas- ' Loin des murs flamboyans qui renferment le molde , Dans le centre caché d'une clarté profonde , Dieu repose en lui - même- ' the first line presents ...
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... truth a fresh creation . In the venerable passage- ' And even as the race of leaves , ev'n such is that of man , Them on the ground the wind doth strew , ' & c . the reader recognizes ( what , as we have said , is comparatively rare in ...
... truth a fresh creation . In the venerable passage- ' And even as the race of leaves , ev'n such is that of man , Them on the ground the wind doth strew , ' & c . the reader recognizes ( what , as we have said , is comparatively rare in ...
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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.