The Port folio, by Oliver Oldschool, 1. kötet1809 |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 63 találatból.
15. oldal
... wish to pass the rest of their days in tranquil obscurity . There are few or no equipages in the streets , and not many people ; and they , as well as the shops , have an air of belonging to a different age , or a different nation ...
... wish to pass the rest of their days in tranquil obscurity . There are few or no equipages in the streets , and not many people ; and they , as well as the shops , have an air of belonging to a different age , or a different nation ...
17. oldal
... wishes to study an air , or any one of them who is desirous of consoling himself with some treatise of devotion , or has perhaps received a letter from a friend , for the same mode is applied to writing , turns over the paper , and ...
... wishes to study an air , or any one of them who is desirous of consoling himself with some treatise of devotion , or has perhaps received a letter from a friend , for the same mode is applied to writing , turns over the paper , and ...
31. oldal
... wishes , he left the Prudent , and returned to hist old ship . In the early part of 1775 , he commanded a vessel , and was very successful in bringing considerable quantities of powder into the United Colonies : but about the close of ...
... wishes , he left the Prudent , and returned to hist old ship . In the early part of 1775 , he commanded a vessel , and was very successful in bringing considerable quantities of powder into the United Colonies : but about the close of ...
55. oldal
... wish it to be read , studied and admired for the sake of being extolled or revered by others , as the authors of so much eloquence or wisdom . We feel unspeakable complacen- cy and satisfaction in the survey of the work . Review it ...
... wish it to be read , studied and admired for the sake of being extolled or revered by others , as the authors of so much eloquence or wisdom . We feel unspeakable complacen- cy and satisfaction in the survey of the work . Review it ...
65. oldal
... wish for repose . vain . Our indefatigable bard continues to whirl us backward and forward , with the rapidity of a postboy , from " Penn's beauteous town , " to " imperial Mexic " and " Cusco's shining roofs . " At length a total ...
... wish for repose . vain . Our indefatigable bard continues to whirl us backward and forward , with the rapidity of a postboy , from " Penn's beauteous town , " to " imperial Mexic " and " Cusco's shining roofs . " At length a total ...
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Népszerű szakaszok
112. oldal - The bell strikes one. We take no note of time, But from its loss. To give it then a tongue, Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the knell of my departed hours: Where are they?
509. oldal - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty, thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair; thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
264. oldal - My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man, that function Is smother'd in surmise : and nothing is, But what is not.
138. oldal - For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires: The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
238. oldal - To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue) A curse shall light upon the limbs of men; Domestic fury and fierce civil strife Shall cumber all the parts of Italy...
379. oldal - My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For, lo, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone ; The flowers appear on the earth ; The time of the singing of birds is come, And the voice of the turtle is heard in our land ; The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, And the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
264. oldal - Cannot be ill, cannot be good : — if ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature...
256. oldal - Nor will I quit thy shore A second time; for still I seem To love thee more and more.
106. oldal - Did Michael Cassio, when you woo'd my lady, Know of your love ? Oth.
113. oldal - A worm ! a God ! — I tremble at myself, And in myself am lost. At home -a, stranger, Thought wanders up and down, surprised, aghast, And wondering at her own. How Reason reels ! O what a miracle to man is man ! Triumphantly distress'd ! what joy!