The Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, 6. kötetLeavitt, Throw and Company, 1845 |
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300. oldal
... Lord Mahon , in 4 vols . , 8vo . London . 1845 . great has been its work ! To what a height did it carry the power of the human mind ! What vast exploits did it crowd into the close of the fifteenth century ! Within a few years we see ...
... Lord Mahon , in 4 vols . , 8vo . London . 1845 . great has been its work ! To what a height did it carry the power of the human mind ! What vast exploits did it crowd into the close of the fifteenth century ! Within a few years we see ...
301. oldal
... Lord predilections , such literary habits and fa- Mahon has ( with a few trivial and proper cility , his correspondence must have been omissions in the earlier part of the series ) vast - and even now we can have seen but reproduced ...
... Lord predilections , such literary habits and fa- Mahon has ( with a few trivial and proper cility , his correspondence must have been omissions in the earlier part of the series ) vast - and even now we can have seen but reproduced ...
302. oldal
... Lord Mahon to con- nect her name ? We have no doubt the reception of these volumes will be such as to encourage fur- ther investigation not only in England and Ireland , but also in France , Italy , Ger- many and Holland . No Englishman ...
... Lord Mahon to con- nect her name ? We have no doubt the reception of these volumes will be such as to encourage fur- ther investigation not only in England and Ireland , but also in France , Italy , Ger- many and Holland . No Englishman ...
303. oldal
... Lord Mahon has now bestowed on the ga- thered specimens of his Correspondence . Prefixed to this collection is a sketch of the life and character of Chesterfield , ex- tracted nearly verbatim from the third vo- lume of Lord Mahon's ...
... Lord Mahon has now bestowed on the ga- thered specimens of his Correspondence . Prefixed to this collection is a sketch of the life and character of Chesterfield , ex- tracted nearly verbatim from the third vo- lume of Lord Mahon's ...
305. oldal
... Lord Mahon has now , for the first time , printed a very curious frag- ment on the character of Lady Suffolk by Chesterfield ( vol . ii . p . 440 ) , which , if more proof were wanted , distinctly proves the same thing . 6 destroyed ...
... Lord Mahon has now , for the first time , printed a very curious frag- ment on the character of Lady Suffolk by Chesterfield ( vol . ii . p . 440 ) , which , if more proof were wanted , distinctly proves the same thing . 6 destroyed ...
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221. oldal - Let us alone. Time driveth onward fast, And in a little while our lips are dumb. Let us alone. What is it that will last? All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful Past.
227. oldal - When merry milkmaids click the latch, And rarely smells the new-mown hay, And the cock hath sung beneath the thatch Twice or thrice his roundelay, Twice or thrice his roundelay ; Alone and warming his five wits, The white owl in the belfry sits.
221. oldal - And thro' the moss the ivies creep, And in the stream the long-leaved flowers weep, And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep. Why are we weigh'd upon with heaviness, And utterly consumed with sharp distress. While all things else have rest from weariness? All things have rest: why should we toil alone, We only toil, who are the first of things, And make perpetual moan, Still from one sorrow to another thrown: Nor ever fold our wings, And cease from wanderings, Nor steep our brows in slumber's...
427. oldal - With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
99. oldal - My substance was not hid from thee, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.
221. oldal - And all at once they sang, " Our island home Is far beyond the wave, we will no longer roam.
225. oldal - Camelot; And up and down the people go Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro...
229. oldal - God gives us love. Something to love He lends us ; but, when love is grown To ripeness, that on which it throve Falls off, and love is left alone.
221. oldal - And their warm tears : but all hath suffer'd change For surely now our household hearths are cold : Our sons inherit us : our looks are strange : And we should come like ghosts to trouble joy. Or else the island princes over-bold Have eat our substance, and the minstrel sings Before them of the ten years' war in Troy, And our great deeds, as half-forgotten things.
327. oldal - Offending race of human kind, By nature, reason, learning, blind ; You who, through frailty, stepp'd aside ; And you, who never fell from pride : You who in different sects were shamm'd, And come to see each other damn'd ; (So some folk told you, but they knew No more of Jove's designs than you ;) — The world's mad business now is o'er, And I resent these pranks no more. — I to such blockheads set my wit ! I damn such fools ! — -Go, go, you're bit.