The London Magazine, 5. kötetBaldwin, Cradock, and Joy, 1822 |
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21. oldal
... body of her brother . They had found him whirling round and round in one of the numerous eddies , and his hands clutched and filled with wool showed that he had lost his life in attempting to save the flock of his sister . A plaid was ...
... body of her brother . They had found him whirling round and round in one of the numerous eddies , and his hands clutched and filled with wool showed that he had lost his life in attempting to save the flock of his sister . A plaid was ...
22. oldal
... body , though she was not indeed the mistress of this great house , but had only the charge of it ( and yet in some respects she might be said to be the mistress of it too ) committed to her by the owner , who preferred living in a ...
... body , though she was not indeed the mistress of this great house , but had only the charge of it ( and yet in some respects she might be said to be the mistress of it too ) committed to her by the owner , who preferred living in a ...
23. oldal
... body , but of their great- grandmother Field most especially ; and how he used to carry me upon his back when I was a lame - footed boy - for he was a good bit older than me many a mile when I could not walk for pain ; -and how in after ...
... body , but of their great- grandmother Field most especially ; and how he used to carry me upon his back when I was a lame - footed boy - for he was a good bit older than me many a mile when I could not walk for pain ; -and how in after ...
31. oldal
... body , I do take it . Lord B. ( Groans deeply . † ) ___ Ah ! he cuts me to the soul ! No more of this . Listen to me , farmer . Thou know'st this world contains one living creature hateful to my sight . ( Mysteriously . ) , Thou know'st ...
... body , I do take it . Lord B. ( Groans deeply . † ) ___ Ah ! he cuts me to the soul ! No more of this . Listen to me , farmer . Thou know'st this world contains one living creature hateful to my sight . ( Mysteriously . ) , Thou know'st ...
39. oldal
... body all transparent ; And , in her visage , doth present to view I know not what , that words cannot express , Which makes itself be more , than beauty , loved . This is one of the many instances , in which the early French poets have ...
... body all transparent ; And , in her visage , doth present to view I know not what , that words cannot express , Which makes itself be more , than beauty , loved . This is one of the many instances , in which the early French poets have ...
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419. oldal - Our petitions have been slighted; our remonstrances have produced additional violence and insult; our supplications have been disregarded; and we have been spurned, with contempt, from the foot of the throne! In vain, after these things, may we indulge the fond hope of peace and reconciliation. There is no longer any room for hope. If we wish to be free — if we mean to preserve inviolate those inestimable privileges for which we have been so long contending...
419. oldal - Peace"— but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take, but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!
418. oldal - I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided, and that is the lamp of experience. I know of no way of judging of the future but by the past.
419. oldal - The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave. Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery ! Our chains are forged. Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable, and let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come! It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry peace! peace!
419. oldal - Peace, peace ! ' — but there is no peace : the war is actually begun ! — The next gale that sweeps from the north, will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms...
90. oldal - The seasons alter : hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose : And on old Hyems' chin and icy crown, An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds Is, as in mockery, set.
171. oldal - ... else ; I must do it, as it were, in such weight, measure and number, even so perfectly, as God made the world ; or else I am so sharply taunted, so cruelly threatened, yea presently sometimes with pinches, nips, and bobs, and other ways (which I will not name for the honour I bear them) so without measure mis-ordered, that I think myself in hell, till time come that I must go to Mr.
419. oldal - We have petitioned, we have remonstrated, we have supplicated, we have prostrated ourselves before the Throne, and have implored its interposition to arrest the tyrannical hands of the Ministry and Parliament. Our petitions have been slighted, our remonstrances have produced additional violence and insult, our supplications have been disregarded, and we have been spurned, with contempt, from the foot of the Throne.
304. oldal - It is altogether a speculative scene of things, which has no reference whatever to the world that is.
22. oldal - ... about upon the fresh grass, with all the fine garden smells around me ; or basking in the orangery, till I could almost fancy myself ripening, too, along with the oranges and the limes in that grateful warmth ; or in watching the dace that darted to and fro in the fish-pond at the bottom of the garden, with here and there a great sulky pike hanging midway down the water in silent state, as if it mocked at their impertinent friskings.