Eclectic Magazine, and Monthly Edition of the Living Age, 36. kötetLeavitt, Throw and Company, 1855 |
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578. oldal
... writer in heart and act . Lady Holland's memoir , too , is right pleas- ant reading . We cannot regret that even friends like Moore and Jeffrey were unable to undertake what a daughter has so admir- ably accomplished . This biography is ...
... writer in heart and act . Lady Holland's memoir , too , is right pleas- ant reading . We cannot regret that even friends like Moore and Jeffrey were unable to undertake what a daughter has so admir- ably accomplished . This biography is ...
606. oldal
... writing down from lectures , we should not quarrel too much with that ; as it is by far the most immateri- al part of the proceeding , it should be left to individual choice , and may have its good , partly by affording a document to ...
... writing down from lectures , we should not quarrel too much with that ; as it is by far the most immateri- al part of the proceeding , it should be left to individual choice , and may have its good , partly by affording a document to ...
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... prosper and flourish , and never cease to infuse wisdom and learn- ing into the generations that annually gather around them ! The martial Is this not grand writing ? swing and 1855. ] 613 THE UNIVERSITIES OF GERMANY .
... prosper and flourish , and never cease to infuse wisdom and learn- ing into the generations that annually gather around them ! The martial Is this not grand writing ? swing and 1855. ] 613 THE UNIVERSITIES OF GERMANY .
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... writer of poetry in prose we purpose speaking of him now , so much as a writer of poems - in fact , as a lyric poet . The Saint's Tragedy , which was Mr. Kingsley's first literary work , con- tained great poetic promise , both dramatic ...
... writer of poetry in prose we purpose speaking of him now , so much as a writer of poems - in fact , as a lyric poet . The Saint's Tragedy , which was Mr. Kingsley's first literary work , con- tained great poetic promise , both dramatic ...
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The martial Is this not grand writing ? swing and the religious soaring of it make the soul rock to its rhythm . The ... writers to us the other day , when we showed him some of these songs . Often has the distinguished Chevalier Bunsen ...
The martial Is this not grand writing ? swing and the religious soaring of it make the soul rock to its rhythm . The ... writers to us the other day , when we showed him some of these songs . Often has the distinguished Chevalier Bunsen ...
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628. oldal - Then saw they how there hove a dusky barge, Dark as a funeral scarf from stem to stern, Beneath them ; and descending they were ware That all the decks were dense with stately forms Black-stoled, black-hooded, like a dream — by these Three Queens with crowns of gold — and from them rose • A cry that...
627. oldal - For woman is not undevelopt man, . But diverse : could we make her as the man, Sweet Love were slain: his dearest bond is this, Not like to like, but like in difference. Yet in the long years liker must they grow; The man be more of woman, she of man...
1004. oldal - MR. STRAHAN, You are a member of parliament, and one of that majority which has doomed my country to destruction. — You have begun to burn our towns, and murder our people. — Look upon your hands! — They are stained with the blood of your relations ! — You and I were long friends: — You are now my enemy, — and I am • Yours, B. FRANKLIN.
628. oldal - SWEET and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon...
1092. oldal - They rowed her in across the rolling foam, The cruel crawling foam, The cruel hungry foam, To her grave beside the sea: But still the boatmen hear her call the cattle home Across the sands of Dee!
870. oldal - To Dr. Jonathan Swift, the most agreeable companion, the truest friend, and the greatest genius of his age.
902. oldal - For this is he, of whom it is written, Behold, I send my messenger before thy face, which shall prepare thy way before thee.
634. oldal - WILT thou have this woman to thy wedded wife, to live together after God's ordinance in the holy estate of matrimony ? Wilt thou love her, comfort her, honour, and keep her, in sickness and in health, and, forsaking all other, keep thee only unto her, so long as ye both shall live ? The man shall answer, I Will.
628. oldal - Aphrodite beautiful, Fresh as the foam, new-bathed in Paphian wells> With rosy slender fingers backward drew From her warm brows and bosom her deep hair Ambrosial, golden round her lucid throat And shoulder : from the violets her light foot Shone rosy-white, and o'er her rounded form Between the shadows of the vine-bunches Floated the glowing sunlights, as she moved. " Dear mother Ida, harken ere I die.
628. oldal - Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon ; Rest, rest, on mother's breast. Father will come to thee soon ', Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon : Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep.