Yesterday and To-day, 1. kötetT. C. Newby, 1863 |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 98 találatból.
11. oldal
... . This was the season of 1795-6 , when water was frozen in all the rooms of the house , a thing unknown before in the extreme west . I was now set to read upon Indian antiquities . . 12 เ MR . BABINGTON . I heard great.
... . This was the season of 1795-6 , when water was frozen in all the rooms of the house , a thing unknown before in the extreme west . I was now set to read upon Indian antiquities . . 12 เ MR . BABINGTON . I heard great.
12. oldal
... heard my father say of him , for he was often with him before he sailed , to return no more , for he died there . His manners were remarkably kind , and won my heart at once , and I was not when a lad always pleased with a stranger ...
... heard my father say of him , for he was often with him before he sailed , to return no more , for he died there . His manners were remarkably kind , and won my heart at once , and I was not when a lad always pleased with a stranger ...
24. oldal
... heard in the brown melancholy rustling around , in the way of a dirge , as if to harmonize with my feeling , as the dead foliage swept along before me , and originated unutterable sensations with which the multitude cannot sympathise ...
... heard in the brown melancholy rustling around , in the way of a dirge , as if to harmonize with my feeling , as the dead foliage swept along before me , and originated unutterable sensations with which the multitude cannot sympathise ...
26. oldal
... heard with the senses apparently ten times as acute as if I were awake ! When , to return to the deserted locality in the midst of which I stood at that moment , where were my light - hearted companions in that garden often to be ...
... heard with the senses apparently ten times as acute as if I were awake ! When , to return to the deserted locality in the midst of which I stood at that moment , where were my light - hearted companions in that garden often to be ...
27. oldal
... heard creak upon its rusty hinges as it did of yore . I was childish enough to feel an in- clination to go over to the old place again . I lin- gered , but checked the weakness , if it were one , and with a species of effort that ill ...
... heard creak upon its rusty hinges as it did of yore . I was childish enough to feel an in- clination to go over to the old place again . I lin- gered , but checked the weakness , if it were one , and with a species of effort that ill ...
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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.