Select Reviews, and Spirit of the Foreign Magazines, Svazek 2Enos Bronson Hopkins and Earle, 1809 |
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... kind of overgrown the volume backward and forward , amphigouri , a heterogeneous combiwhen the following passage , in a nation of events , which , pretending short note “ to the Reader , " caught to no meaning , may be innocently ...
... kind of overgrown the volume backward and forward , amphigouri , a heterogeneous combiwhen the following passage , in a nation of events , which , pretending short note “ to the Reader , " caught to no meaning , may be innocently ...
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... kind of instinct , or even sometimes , and with some minds , to a state very little superiour to mere machinery . " This day , the first Sunday of May ; a breczy , blue - skyed noon , some time about the beginning , and a hoary morning ...
... kind of instinct , or even sometimes , and with some minds , to a state very little superiour to mere machinery . " This day , the first Sunday of May ; a breczy , blue - skyed noon , some time about the beginning , and a hoary morning ...
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... kind . We select the What are they ? The haunt o'the tyrant and slave ! following at random . The slave's spicy forests , and gold - bub . “ O woman , lovely , woman fair ! bling fountains , An angel form's faun to thy share , The brave ...
... kind . We select the What are they ? The haunt o'the tyrant and slave ! following at random . The slave's spicy forests , and gold - bub . “ O woman , lovely , woman fair ! bling fountains , An angel form's faun to thy share , The brave ...
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... kind of sensations . Fifty pounds a year knowledgment of their own inferifor life , and a provision for widows and orority , we think Mr. Bloomfield well phans , you will allow is no bad settlement entitled to have his magnanimity refor ...
... kind of sensations . Fifty pounds a year knowledgment of their own inferifor life , and a provision for widows and orority , we think Mr. Bloomfield well phans , you will allow is no bad settlement entitled to have his magnanimity refor ...
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... kind , convinced of her innocence and ' O my God , take pity on the murderer the guilt of Montalban , though he ap- and the victim . ' She could say no proved too highly of her resolution of more . The speech expired on her disscreening ...
... kind , convinced of her innocence and ' O my God , take pity on the murderer the guilt of Montalban , though he ap- and the victim . ' She could say no proved too highly of her resolution of more . The speech expired on her disscreening ...
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Strana 195 - The meek intelligence of those dear eyes (Blest be the art that can immortalize, The art that baffles Time's tyrannic claim To quench it) here shines on me still the same.
Strana 169 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Strana 195 - RECEIPT OF MY MOTHER'S PICTURE OUT OF NORFOLK, THE GIFT OF MY COUSIN, ANN BODHAM. OH that those lips had language ! Life has passed With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, 'Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away!
Strana viii - I' the presence He would say untruths; .and be ever double, Both in his words and meaning : He was never, But where he meant to ruin, pitiful...
Strana 170 - In the day-time they had the range of a hall, and at night retired each to his own bed, never intruding into that of another. Puss grew presently familiar, would leap into my lap, raise himself upon his hinder feet, and bite the hair from my temples.
Strana 231 - But hark, the trump ! — to-morrow thou In glory's fires shalt dry thy tears : Ev'n from the land of shadows now My father's awful ghost appears Amidst the clouds that round us roll ; He bids my soul for battle thirst, He bids me dry the last — the first — The only tears that ever burst From Outalissi's soul ; Because I may not stain with grief The death-song of an Indian chief.
Strana 94 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Strana 231 - And by my side, in battle true, A thousand warriors drew the shaft? Ah ! there in desolation cold The desert serpent dwells alone, Where grass o'ergrows each mouldering bone, And stones themselves to ruin grown, Like me, are death-like old : Then seek we not their camp — for there The silence dwells of my despair.
Strana 18 - Their groves o' sweet myrtle let foreign lands reckon, Where bright-beaming summers exalt the perfume ; Far dearer to me yon lone glen o' green breckan, Wi' the burn stealing under the lang yellow broom. Far dearer to me are yon humble broom bowers, Where the bluebell and gowan lurk lowly unseen : For there, lightly tripping amang the wild flowers, A-listening the linnet, aft wanders my Jean. Tho...
Strana 14 - I have some favourite flowers in spring, among which are the mountain-daisy, the hare-bell, the fox-glove, the wild brier-rose, the budding birch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I view and hang over with particular delight.