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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... turf- stacks - hough all the cattle of the tenants who are brought in to succeed them and take to the bogs and mountains in a state of rebellion . The family of Mr. Rosso , witnesses to all this desola- tion , talk it over in a long ...
... turf- stacks - hough all the cattle of the tenants who are brought in to succeed them and take to the bogs and mountains in a state of rebellion . The family of Mr. Rosso , witnesses to all this desola- tion , talk it over in a long ...
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... turf as all our own ! The abuses of the turf we abhor , and shall in part expose ; let it not , however , be forgotten that , had we no racing , we should not be in possession of the noblest animal in the creation - the thorough - bred ...
... turf as all our own ! The abuses of the turf we abhor , and shall in part expose ; let it not , however , be forgotten that , had we no racing , we should not be in possession of the noblest animal in the creation - the thorough - bred ...
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... turf is fast becoming the very manor of the worst . All this we admit ; but still we are not for abandoning a thing only for evils not necessarily mixed up with it . Having seen the English turf reach its acmé , we should be sorry to ...
... turf is fast becoming the very manor of the worst . All this we admit ; but still we are not for abandoning a thing only for evils not necessarily mixed up with it . Having seen the English turf reach its acmé , we should be sorry to ...
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... turf in many of the satirical writings of the days of Elizabeth , Take for instance Bishop Hall's lines in 1597 : - " Dost thou prize Thy brute - beasts ' worth by their dam's qualities ? Sayst thou thy colt shall prove a swift - paced ...
... turf in many of the satirical writings of the days of Elizabeth , Take for instance Bishop Hall's lines in 1597 : - " Dost thou prize Thy brute - beasts ' worth by their dam's qualities ? Sayst thou thy colt shall prove a swift - paced ...
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... turf . When he retired to France , however , he devoted himself to hunting , and had several first - rate English horses always in his stud . William III . and his queen were also patrons of racing ; not only continuing the bounty ...
... turf . When he retired to France , however , he devoted himself to hunting , and had several first - rate English horses always in his stud . William III . and his queen were also patrons of racing ; not only continuing the bounty ...
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Página 12 - 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.
Página 12 - 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...
Página 193 - O let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven ! Keep me in temper ; I would not be mad ! — Enter Gentleman.
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 - 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!
Página 194 - 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.
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 194 - 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.
Página 460 - 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.
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;...