The Quarterly Review, Volumen49William 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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... parties could strongly work upon the opinions of men , it could not but become extinct . Even Shakspeare himself , in such days of tumult and fierce collision , would scarcely have com- manded a hearing . It needed not the ponderous ...
... parties could strongly work upon the opinions of men , it could not but become extinct . Even Shakspeare himself , in such days of tumult and fierce collision , would scarcely have com- manded a hearing . It needed not the ponderous ...
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... party . ' My lord , the voice that did your sickness tell , Strook like a midnight chime or knell ; At every sound I took into my sense a wound , Which had no cure till I did hear Your health again Restor'd , and then There was a balsam ...
... party . ' My lord , the voice that did your sickness tell , Strook like a midnight chime or knell ; At every sound I took into my sense a wound , Which had no cure till I did hear Your health again Restor'd , and then There was a balsam ...
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... parties are agreed that the Mémoires were not written by old Le Vasseur , as they affect to be , but that the ... party to which he belongs , and which has lately recovered not a little of authority in France . In fact , M. Thiers ...
... parties are agreed that the Mémoires were not written by old Le Vasseur , as they affect to be , but that the ... party to which he belongs , and which has lately recovered not a little of authority in France . In fact , M. Thiers ...
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... party called the Mountain . It is the object of the book to rescue these much - injured persons from a great deal of unmerited obloquy which has , some how or other , attached itself to their proceedings . Before we proceed to ...
... party called the Mountain . It is the object of the book to rescue these much - injured persons from a great deal of unmerited obloquy which has , some how or other , attached itself to their proceedings . Before we proceed to ...
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... party , which , with excellent intentions and great talents , dragged us , ' says the author , towards complete ruin by its narrow ambition and vindictive obstinacy . ' After a severe , and , at last , successful opposition to the court ...
... party , which , with excellent intentions and great talents , dragged us , ' says the author , towards complete ruin by its narrow ambition and vindictive obstinacy . ' After a severe , and , at last , successful opposition to the court ...
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Página 193 - O let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven ! Keep me in temper ; I would not be mad ! — Enter Gentleman.
Página 12 - Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. 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...
Página 197 - 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.
Página 197 - Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all ? O, thou wilt come no more, Never, never, never, never, never!
Página 351 - Who is like unto thee, O Lord, among the gods? who is like thee, glorious in holiness, fearful in praises, doing wonders?
Página 460 - By one so deep in love, then he, who ne'er From me shall separate• at once my lips All trembling kiss'd. The book and writer both Were love's purveyors. In its leaves that day We read no more.
Página 186 - I have of late — but wherefore I know not — lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Página 81 - 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;...
Página 440 - Ha, you gods! why this? what this, you gods? Why, this Will lug your priests and servants from your sides, Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads: This yellow slave Will knit and break religions; bless the accurs'd; Make the hoar leprosy ador'd; place thieves, And give them title, knee, and approbation, With senators on the bench...
Página 11 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things : There is no armour against fate : Death lays his icy hands on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.