Contributions to the Edinburgh ReviewD. Appleton and Company, 1873 - 762 páginas |
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... heart so void of al terested affection for those two individuals . tenderness ; -to such a temper of engrossin In the first place , he had a most manifest in- business and power , and so perfect an inca terest to prevent their disunion ...
... heart so void of al terested affection for those two individuals . tenderness ; -to such a temper of engrossin In the first place , he had a most manifest in- business and power , and so perfect an inca terest to prevent their disunion ...
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... heart , is described with much feeling by Mr. Scott , who has added a fuller account of her previous retirement than any former editor . " About the year 1717 , she retired from Dublin , to her house and property near Celbridge , to ...
... heart , is described with much feeling by Mr. Scott , who has added a fuller account of her previous retirement than any former editor . " About the year 1717 , she retired from Dublin , to her house and property near Celbridge , to ...
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... heart or tenderness is to be discovered . His first letter is written immediately after their first separation , and while she yet believed that his slowness in returning her passion arose , as he had given her ample warrant to suppose ...
... heart or tenderness is to be discovered . His first letter is written immediately after their first separation , and while she yet believed that his slowness in returning her passion arose , as he had given her ample warrant to suppose ...
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... heart - breaking scene we turn to another , if possible , still more deplorable . Vanessa was now dead . The grave had heaped its tranquillising mould on her agi- tated heart , and given her tormentor assur- ance , that he should no ...
... heart - breaking scene we turn to another , if possible , still more deplorable . Vanessa was now dead . The grave had heaped its tranquillising mould on her agi- tated heart , and given her tormentor assur- ance , that he should no ...
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... heart - rending grief and unbounded attachment - between her besoin de mourir for M. Mora , and her delight in living for M. Guibert . There are still more inexplicable things in those letters . None of Guibert's letters are given , so ...
... heart - rending grief and unbounded attachment - between her besoin de mourir for M. Mora , and her delight in living for M. Guibert . There are still more inexplicable things in those letters . None of Guibert's letters are given , so ...
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Página 319 - Give me my Romeo, and when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish Sun.
Página 345 - And decks the lily fair in flow'ry pride, Would, in the way His wisdom sees the best, For them and for their little ones provide; But, chiefly, in their hearts with Grace Divine preside.
Página 381 - His back against a rock he bore, And firmly placed his foot before : — " Come one, come all ! this rock shall fly From its firm base as soon as I...
Página 317 - This was the noblest Roman of them all : All the conspirators, save only he, Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; He only, in a general honest thought, And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle; and the elements So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, This was a man!
Página 318 - For time is like a fashionable host, That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps in the comer: welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing.
Página 157 - His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men.
Página 337 - I do bear This punishment for both — that thou wilt be One of the blessed— and that I shall die ; For hitherto all hateful things conspire To bind me In existence — in a life Which makes me shrink from immortality — A future like the past. I cannot rest I know not what I ask, nor what I seek : I feel but what thou art — and what I am ; And I would hear yet once before I perish The voice which was my music...
Página 357 - Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow, — When the fiery fight is heard no more, And the storm has ceased to blow.
Página 318 - For honour travels in a strait so narrow, Where one but goes abreast : keep then the path ; For emulation hath a thousand sons That one by one pursue : if you give way, Or hedge aside from the direct forthright, Like to an enter'd tide they all rush by And leave you hindmost...
Página 335 - The future, till the past be gulfd in darkness, It is not of my search. — My mother Earth ! And thou fresh breaking Day, and you, ye Mountains, Why are ye beautiful ? I cannot love ye. And thou, the bright eye of the universe, That openest over all, and unto all Art a delight — thou shin'st not on my heart.