Famous Men of Modern Times, Svazek 1Bradbury, Soden & Company, 1844 - Počet stran: 315 |
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... Childe Harold was published in 1812 , and every eye was arrested by the new luminary . Scott doubtless , felt this event as an eclipse , for , he now turned his attention to another species of writing , and WALTER SCOTT . 27.
... Childe Harold was published in 1812 , and every eye was arrested by the new luminary . Scott doubtless , felt this event as an eclipse , for , he now turned his attention to another species of writing , and WALTER SCOTT . 27.
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Samuel Griswold Goodrich. turned his attention to another species of writing , and , in 1814 , published Waverly . This work was anonymously produced , without any of the ingenious heraldry by which new works are usually forced upon the ...
Samuel Griswold Goodrich. turned his attention to another species of writing , and , in 1814 , published Waverly . This work was anonymously produced , without any of the ingenious heraldry by which new works are usually forced upon the ...
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... turned out to attend us . There was the old stag - hound , Maida , that deserves to be mentioned as a noble animal , and a great favorite of Scott's ; and Hamlet , the black greyhound , a wild , thoughtless youngster , not yet arrived ...
... turned out to attend us . There was the old stag - hound , Maida , that deserves to be mentioned as a noble animal , and a great favorite of Scott's ; and Hamlet , the black greyhound , a wild , thoughtless youngster , not yet arrived ...
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... it is warm , and I am taking an airing . ' When the servant again entreated , he precipitately turned his back on him , and accelerated his step . It was only Young Napoleon in the thunder - storm . when the 82 BONAPARTE .
... it is warm , and I am taking an airing . ' When the servant again entreated , he precipitately turned his back on him , and accelerated his step . It was only Young Napoleon in the thunder - storm . when the 82 BONAPARTE .
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... turned his attention to the south . In concert with Charles IV . of Spain , he sent an army into Portugal . The royal family of Portugal took refuge in Brazil . The French army entered Lisbon , the capital of Portugal , November 30 ...
... turned his attention to the south . In concert with Charles IV . of Spain , he sent an army into Portugal . The royal family of Portugal took refuge in Brazil . The French army entered Lisbon , the capital of Portugal , November 30 ...
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Strana 69 - Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Strana 205 - Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it or blame it too much ; Who, born for the universe, narrowed his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind...
Strana 70 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Strana 266 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Strana 270 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Strana 187 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er! Such fate to suffering Worth is...
Strana 73 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder...
Strana 69 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
Strana 72 - Clear, placid Leman! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
Strana 185 - O pale, pale now, those rosy lips, I aft hae kiss'd sae fondly ! And closed for aye the sparkling glance That dwelt on me sae kindly : And mouldering now in silent dust That heart that lo'ed me dearly ! But still within my bosom's core Shall live my Highland Mary.