Yesterday and To-day, 1. kötetT. C. Newby, 1863 |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 100 találatból.
4. oldal
... called , of the responsible mind took place , or was the soul or spirit imprisoned and inert until at different ages , sooner or later according to physical maturity , an imprisoned intelligence became capable of action ? It is clear ...
... called , of the responsible mind took place , or was the soul or spirit imprisoned and inert until at different ages , sooner or later according to physical maturity , an imprisoned intelligence became capable of action ? It is clear ...
23. oldal
... not commit , as well as full- grown boys called heroes , authors , or statesmen , " The glorious fault of angels and of gods . " Church pews , smooth - barked trees , and school 24 DESERTED GARDENS . desks too often declare to the.
... not commit , as well as full- grown boys called heroes , authors , or statesmen , " The glorious fault of angels and of gods . " Church pews , smooth - barked trees , and school 24 DESERTED GARDENS . desks too often declare to the.
65. oldal
... called Nansavallan , over the site of which corn now waves at the harvest time with great luxuriance , that I determined to attempt writing something which would bear putting into print . I sat under an old oak , where there was a place ...
... called Nansavallan , over the site of which corn now waves at the harvest time with great luxuriance , that I determined to attempt writing something which would bear putting into print . I sat under an old oak , where there was a place ...
70. oldal
... called Tregols , in the shape , not very usual with spirits , of a large white rabbit . We waited hour after hour , but had no manifestation , and we took our way home shivering with the cold . My companion was a strapping servant girl ...
... called Tregols , in the shape , not very usual with spirits , of a large white rabbit . We waited hour after hour , but had no manifestation , and we took our way home shivering with the cold . My companion was a strapping servant girl ...
84. oldal
... called me , who in his walks had once or twice fallen in with me . He had no idea of the true state of things . My fishing rod covered my real employ- ment , and thus it was that a habit of sequestering myself grew upon me . My studies ...
... called me , who in his walks had once or twice fallen in with me . He had no idea of the true state of things . My fishing rod covered my real employ- ment , and thus it was that a habit of sequestering myself grew upon me . My studies ...
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233. oldal - It is now sixteen or seventeen years since I saw the Queen of France, then the dauphiness, at Versailles; and surely never lighted on this orb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful vision. I saw her just above the horizon, decorating and cheering the elevated sphere she just began to move in— glittering like the morning star, full of life, and splendour, and joy.
234. oldal - Never, never more, shall we behold that generous loyalty to rank and sex, that proud submission, that dignified obedience, that subordination of the heart, which kept alive, even in servitude itself, the spirit of an exalted freedom.
230. oldal - Not one glance of compassion, not one commiserating reflection, that I can find throughout his book, has he bestowed on those who lingered out the most wretched of lives, a life without hope, in the most miserable of prisons. It is painful to behold a man employing his talents to corrupt himself. Nature has been kinder to Mr. Burke than he is to her. He is not affected by the reality of distress touching his heart, but by the showy resemblage of it striking his imagination. He pities the plumage,...
96. oldal - Twas an employment for his idle time, which was then not idly spent;" for Angling was, after tedious study, " a rest to his mind, a cheerer of his spirits, a diverter of sadness, a calmer of unquiet thoughts, a moderator of passions, a procurer of contentedness ;" and " that it begat habits of peace and patience in those that professed and practised it.
274. oldal - She had an exquisite voice ; but on this occasion it was so simple,* so touching', it breathed forth such a soul of wretchedness , that she drew a crowd mute and silent around her, and melted every one into tears.
272. oldal - To render her widowed situation more desolate, she had incurred her father's displeasure by her unfortunate attachment, and was an exile from the paternal roof. But could the sympathy and kind offices of friends have reached a spirit so shocked and driven in by horror, she would have experienced no want of consolation, for the Irish are a people of quick and generous sensibilities.
277. oldal - ... strong of growing authority. He measures his value by the coffins of his victims ; and, in the field of evidence, appreciates his fame as the Indian warrior does in fight — by the number of scalps with which he can swell his triumphs.
15. oldal - Kennst du das Land, wo die Zitronen blühn, Im dunkeln Laub die Goldorangen glühn, Ein sanfter Wind vom blauen Himmel weht, Die Myrte still und hoch der Lorbeer steht, Kennst du es wohl? Dahin! Dahin Möcht ich mit dir, o mein Geliebter, ziehn.
230. oldal - Burke than he is to her. He is not affected by the reality of distress touching his heart, but by the showy resemblance of it striking his imagination. He pities the plumage, but forgets the dying bird. Accustomed to kiss the aristocratical hand that hath purloined him from himself, he degenerates into a composition of art, and the genuine soul of nature forsakes him. His hero or his heroine must be a tragedy-victim expiring in show, and not the real prisoner of misery, sliding into death in the...
273. oldal - The most delicate and cherishing attentions were paid her by families of wealth and distinction. She was led into society, and they tried by all kinds of occupation and amusement to dissipate her grief, and wean her from the tragical story of her love.