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He laughed heartily, less I suppose at the jest, which was a poor one, than at the
cool impudence with which I uttered it; and then turning to one of the staff, said—
“I spoke to Berthollet about this boy already—see that they take him in the 9th.
He laughed heartily, less I suppose at the jest, which was a poor one, than at the
cool impudence with which I uttered it; and then turning to one of the staff, said—
“I spoke to Berthollet about this boy already—see that they take him in the 9th.
Стр. 57
servile drudgery; too poor to be able to emigrate and “seek their fortunes" abroad;
the brand of “caste" upon them to mar and thwart their exertions at home; trained
to field exercises, unerring marksmen, dashing riders, untiring runners, brave, ...
servile drudgery; too poor to be able to emigrate and “seek their fortunes" abroad;
the brand of “caste" upon them to mar and thwart their exertions at home; trained
to field exercises, unerring marksmen, dashing riders, untiring runners, brave, ...
Стр. 58
The “uncles,” James and Patrick Fleminge, became celebrated freebooters, and
are still remembered and lamented as “the poor gentlemen that were forced to
turn highwaymen.” The peasantry, when once they had been accustomed to ...
The “uncles,” James and Patrick Fleminge, became celebrated freebooters, and
are still remembered and lamented as “the poor gentlemen that were forced to
turn highwaymen.” The peasantry, when once they had been accustomed to ...
Стр. 70
He advanced to a lady who reclined on a rose-coloured sofa, with a fashionable
novel in her hand, and after some slight hesitation he addressed her, and stating
the name and wants of the poor woman who had begged for aid, he requested ...
He advanced to a lady who reclined on a rose-coloured sofa, with a fashionable
novel in her hand, and after some slight hesitation he addressed her, and stating
the name and wants of the poor woman who had begged for aid, he requested ...
Стр. 71
“One sixpence, then—one small, poor sixpence. You do not know how even a
sixpence can gladden the black heart of poverty, when starvation is come. One
sixpence, I say—let me have it quickly.” “Not one farthing I shall give you. I do beg
...
“One sixpence, then—one small, poor sixpence. You do not know how even a
sixpence can gladden the black heart of poverty, when starvation is come. One
sixpence, I say—let me have it quickly.” “Not one farthing I shall give you. I do beg
...
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Стр. 220 - Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light : The year is dying in the night ; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow : The year is going, let him go ; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Стр. 214 - Who, doomed to go in company with pain, And fear, and bloodshed, miserable train ! Turns his necessity to glorious gain ; In face of these doth exercise a power Which is our human nature's highest dower ; Controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves Of their bad influence, and their good receives...
Стр. 213 - CHARACTER OF THE HAPPY WARRIOR. WHO is the happy Warrior ? Who is he That every Man in arms should wish to be ? It is the generous Spirit, who, when brought Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought Upon the plan that pleased his childish thought...
Стр. 214 - Whose powers shed round him in the common strife, Or mild concerns of ordinary life, A constant influence, a peculiar grace; But who, if he be called upon to face Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined Great issues, good or bad for human kind, Is happy as a Lover; and attired With sudden brightness, like a Man inspired ; And, through the heat of conflict, keeps the law In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw...
Стр. 338 - Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food, For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Стр. 331 - Not Chaos, not The darkest pit of lowest Erebus, Nor aught of blinder vacancy — scooped out By help of dreams, can breed such fear and awe As fall upon us often when we look Into our minds, into the mind of man, My haunt, and the main region of my song.
Стр. 214 - Tis he whose law is reason; who depends Upon that law as on the best of friends; Whence, in a state where men are tempted still To evil for a guard against worse ill...
Стр. 333 - Invisible, yet liveth to the heart ; O'er all that leaps and runs, and shouts and sings, Or beats the gladsome air ; o'er all that glides Beneath the wave, yea, in the wave itself, And mighty depth of waters. Wonder not If high the transport, great the joy I felt, Communing in this sort through earth and heaven With every form of creature, as it looked Towards the Uncreated with a countenance Of adoration, with an eye of love. One song they sang, and it was audible, Most audible, then, when the fleshly...
Стр. 122 - But the harvest time of Love is there. Oh ! when a Mother meets on high The Babe she lost in infancy, Hath she not then, for pains and fears, The day of woe, the watchful night, For all her sorrow, all her tears, An over-payment of delight...
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| Название | The Dublin university magazine |
| Автор | University magazine |
| Соавтор | Dublin city, univ |
| Опубликована: | 1850 |
| Владелец оригинала: | Оксфордский университет |
| Оцифровано | 7 ноя 2006 |
| Экспорт цитаты | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |