Eclectic Magazine, and Monthly Edition of the Living Age, Volume 46John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell Leavitt, Throw and Company, 1859 |
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... racter we sometimes see strange vagaries ideas , " or rivaling men in any of the of the instinct of duty ; and in women , more general but less profound influences in whom the reason is less comprehensive they exercise over their ...
... racter we sometimes see strange vagaries ideas , " or rivaling men in any of the of the instinct of duty ; and in women , more general but less profound influences in whom the reason is less comprehensive they exercise over their ...
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... racter . Politics are no longer tissues of dark development of an action demands far intrigues revealed only by their results , but more space than the same action narrated . hidden during their process in impenetrable Two of the plays ...
... racter . Politics are no longer tissues of dark development of an action demands far intrigues revealed only by their results , but more space than the same action narrated . hidden during their process in impenetrable Two of the plays ...
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... racter ? ... Nor can it be said that any thing better , or indeed any thing half so good , has been subsequently produced . The poetry of the day . consists of little more than a poetical diction , an ar- rangement of words implying a ...
... racter ? ... Nor can it be said that any thing better , or indeed any thing half so good , has been subsequently produced . The poetry of the day . consists of little more than a poetical diction , an ar- rangement of words implying a ...
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... the term . Not only does he make ridiculous mistakes in the commonest Latin quotations - for exam- ple , he has " from DE PROFUNDUS " twice ab extra , by the exaggeration of this cha- racter 40 [ January , THE MODERN BRITISH DRAMA .
... the term . Not only does he make ridiculous mistakes in the commonest Latin quotations - for exam- ple , he has " from DE PROFUNDUS " twice ab extra , by the exaggeration of this cha- racter 40 [ January , THE MODERN BRITISH DRAMA .
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... racter in the spirit himself , who is depict- ed with an imaginative veracity , which we do not exaggerate in saying has not been equaled in our language by any but the creator of Caliban and Ariel . Malzah is decidedly " well ...
... racter in the spirit himself , who is depict- ed with an imaginative veracity , which we do not exaggerate in saying has not been equaled in our language by any but the creator of Caliban and Ariel . Malzah is decidedly " well ...
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Page 202 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups, That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Page 453 - I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where ; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song ? Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke ; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend.
Page 207 - THE harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts that once beat high for praise Now feel that pulse no more.
Page 300 - That servile path thou nobly dost decline, Of tracing word by word, and line by line : A new and nobler way thou dost pursue, To make translations ,and translators too : They but preserve the ashes, thou the flame, True to his sense, but truer to his fame.
Page 207 - Yearning for the large excitement that the coming years would yield, Eager-hearted as a boy when first he leaves his father's field, And at night along the dusky highway near and nearer drawn, Sees in heaven the light of London flaring like a dreary dawn...
Page 52 - The hills Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun; the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between; The venerable woods, rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green; and, poured round all, Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man.
Page 3 - Heaven from all creatures hides the book of fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state: From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer being here below? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed today, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
Page 63 - And enter not into judgment with thy servant: for in thy sight shall no man living be justified.
Page 34 - And snowy summits old in story; The long light shakes across the lakes And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear ! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far, from cliff and scar, The horns of Elfland faintly blowing!
Page 10 - Yet in the long years liker must they grow; The man be more of woman, she of man; He gain in sweetness and in moral height, Nor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world; She mental breadth, nor fail in childward care, Nor lose the childlike in the larger mind; Till at the last she set herself to man, Like perfect music unto noble words...