The Quarterly Review, 49. kötetWilliam Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) John Murray, 1833 |
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... perhaps , as opposite in the character of their minds , as two so highly gifted and accom- plished could be , but who met upon this common ground ) —their ripe and sober judgment was overborne by the louder and more extravagant praises ...
... perhaps , as opposite in the character of their minds , as two so highly gifted and accom- plished could be , but who met upon this common ground ) —their ripe and sober judgment was overborne by the louder and more extravagant praises ...
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... Perhaps while yet in his humble situation he had made his first attempt on the stage with ' Love's Tricks . ' This comedy , though with little originality or power , yet from its liveliness , and its strokes of satire at some of the ...
... Perhaps while yet in his humble situation he had made his first attempt on the stage with ' Love's Tricks . ' This comedy , though with little originality or power , yet from its liveliness , and its strokes of satire at some of the ...
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... perhaps exciting any violent or profound emo- tion , yet rarely failing to awaken and keep alive the curiosity , to amuse and delight the imagination . For , after all , it is the life and activity of Shirley's mind , the fertility of ...
... perhaps exciting any violent or profound emo- tion , yet rarely failing to awaken and keep alive the curiosity , to amuse and delight the imagination . For , after all , it is the life and activity of Shirley's mind , the fertility of ...
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... art married , love him , prithee love him , For he esteems thee well ; and once a day Give him a kiss for me ; but do not tell him " Twas ' Twas my desire ; perhaps ' twill fetch a 18 Life and Writings of James Shirley .
... art married , love him , prithee love him , For he esteems thee well ; and once a day Give him a kiss for me ; but do not tell him " Twas ' Twas my desire ; perhaps ' twill fetch a 18 Life and Writings of James Shirley .
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... perhaps ' twill fetch a sigh From him , and I had rather break my heart . But one word more , and heaven be with you all.— Since you have led the way , I hope , my lord , That I am free to marry too ? Pis . Thou art . Ami . Let me ...
... perhaps ' twill fetch a sigh From him , and I had rather break my heart . But one word more , and heaven be with you all.— Since you have led the way , I hope , my lord , That I am free to marry too ? Pis . Thou art . Ami . Let me ...
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12. oldal - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against Fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
12. oldal - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow; Then boast no more your mighty deeds! Upon Death's purple altar now See where the victor-victim bleeds. Your heads must come To the cold tomb: Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom...
193. oldal - O let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven ! Keep me in temper ; I would not be mad ! — Enter Gentleman.
197. oldal - Methinks I should know you, and know this man; Yet I am doubtful; for I am mainly ignorant What place this is; and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For (as I am a man) I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
197. oldal - And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no, no life! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more, Never, never, never, never, never!
194. oldal - But I will punish home: No, I will weep no more. In such a night To shut me out! Pour on; I will endure. In such a night as this! O Regan, Goneril! Your old kind father, whose frank heart gave all O, that way madness lies; let me shun that; No more of that.
351. oldal - Who is like unto thee, O Lord, among the gods? who is like thee, glorious in holiness, fearful in praises, doing wonders?
194. oldal - Thou'dst meet the bear i' the mouth. When the mind's free The body's delicate; the tempest in my mind Doth from my senses take all feeling else Save what beats there.
460. oldal - Soli eravamo e senza alcun sospetto. Per più fiate gli occhi ci sospinse Quella lettura, e scolorocci il viso; Ma solo un punto fu quel che ci vinse. Quando leggemmo il disiato riso Esser baciato da cotanto amante, Questi, che mai da me non fia diviso, La bocca mi baciò tutto tremante. Galeotto fu il libro e chi lo scrisse: Quel giorno più non vi leggemmo avante.
81. oldal - By some strange chance we have never seen his first publication, which, if it at all resembles its younger brother, must be by this time so popular that any notice of it on our part would seem idle and presumptuous; but we gladly seize this opportunity of repairing an unintentional neglect, and of introducing to the admiration of our more sequestered readers a new prodigy of genius — another and a brighter star of that galaxy or milky way of poetry of which the lamented Keats was the harbinger;...