Knight's Quarterly Magazine, Том 3Knight, 1824 |
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... doubt . Forsyth , on the other hand , was a sturdy Protestant , and , as such , imbibed with no small share of dislike , bordering upon con- tempt , for all the essentials as well as the appendages of Catholicism . There is a sneer at ...
... doubt . Forsyth , on the other hand , was a sturdy Protestant , and , as such , imbibed with no small share of dislike , bordering upon con- tempt , for all the essentials as well as the appendages of Catholicism . There is a sneer at ...
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... doubt of her own infallible discretion . The author before us , on the contrary , blames what is really blameless in the old government , and he praises what is really to be praised in the administration of Napoleon ; of whom he , dif ...
... doubt of her own infallible discretion . The author before us , on the contrary , blames what is really blameless in the old government , and he praises what is really to be praised in the administration of Napoleon ; of whom he , dif ...
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... doubt- less , like Titus Vespasian , have been called the delight of the human race . If he had been a Doge of Venice , or a Stadtholder of Holland , he would never have outstepped the laws . But he lived when our government had neither ...
... doubt- less , like Titus Vespasian , have been called the delight of the human race . If he had been a Doge of Venice , or a Stadtholder of Holland , he would never have outstepped the laws . But he lived when our government had neither ...
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... doubt , came among them to demand their members , durst not wag their fingers when Oliver filled their hall with soldiers , gave their mace to a corporal , put their keys in his pocket , and drove them forth with base terms , borrowed ...
... doubt , came among them to demand their members , durst not wag their fingers when Oliver filled their hall with soldiers , gave their mace to a corporal , put their keys in his pocket , and drove them forth with base terms , borrowed ...
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... doubt , ( said he , in a letter to one of his oldest friends ) it will be seen when my days are closed , that I served a master who would not suffer me to want any thing that was good for me . He said to Jacob , " I will surely do thee ...
... doubt , ( said he , in a letter to one of his oldest friends ) it will be seen when my days are closed , that I served a master who would not suffer me to want any thing that was good for me . He said to Jacob , " I will surely do thee ...
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Стр. 38 - Created hugest that swim the ocean stream : Him, haply, slumbering on the Norway foam, The pilot of some small night-foundered skiff Deeming some island, oft, as seamen tell, With fixed anchor in his scaly rind Moors by his side under the lee, while night Invests the sea, and wished morn delays...
Стр. 191 - Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, Shall I nestle near thy side? Wouldst thou me? — And I replied, No, not thee! Death will come when thou art dead, Soon, too soon — Sleep will come when thou art fled; Of neither would I ask the boon I ask of thee, beloved Night— Swift be thine approaching flight, Come soon, soon!
Стр. 83 - Sorrow is knowledge : they who know the most Must mourn the deepest o'er the fatal truth, The tree of knowledge is not that of life.
Стр. 189 - SWIFT as a spirit hastening to his task Of glory and of good, the sun sprang forth Rejoicing in his splendour, and the mask Of darkness fell from the awakened Earth. The smokeless altars of the mountain snows Flamed above crimson clouds, and at the birth Of light, the Ocean's orison arose, To which the birds tempered their matin lay.
Стр. 86 - Slow melting strains their Queen's approach declare : Where'er she turns the Graces homage pay. With arms sublime, that float upon the air, In gliding state she wins her easy way : O'er her warm cheek, and rising bosom, move The bloom of young Desire, and purple light of Love.
Стр. 190 - I PANT for the music which is divine, My heart in its thirst is a dying flower; Pour forth the sound like enchanted wine, Loosen the notes in a silver shower; Like a herbless plain, for the gentle rain, I gasp, I faint, till they wake again.
Стр. 190 - SWIFTLY walk over the western wave, Spirit of Night ! Out of the misty eastern cave, Where all the long and lone daylight, Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear, Which make thee terrible and dear, — Swift be thy flight...
Стр. 191 - The breath of the moist earth is light, Around its unexpanded buds ; Like many a voice of one delight, The winds, the birds, the ocean floods, The City's voice itself is soft like Solitude's.
Стр. 39 - As when to them who sail Beyond the Cape of Hope, and now are past Mozambic, off at sea north-east winds blow Sabean odours from the spicy shore Of Araby the Blest; with, such delay Well pleased they slack their course, and many a league Cheer'd with the grateful smell old Ocean smiles...
Стр. 304 - ... to some misshapen idol over the ruined dome of our proudest temple, and shall see a single naked fisherman wash his nets in the river of the ten thousand masts...