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Page 115
... there is only vague wonder , and fear , or hope , and the noise of Rumour's thousand tongues ; till , after a season , the conflict of testi- monies has subsided into some general issue . Suppose , 8-2 WITH SIR WALTER RALEIGH . 115.
... there is only vague wonder , and fear , or hope , and the noise of Rumour's thousand tongues ; till , after a season , the conflict of testi- monies has subsided into some general issue . Suppose , 8-2 WITH SIR WALTER RALEIGH . 115.
Page 138
... evil , except at the very moment of execution . " Mr. Hawthorne would hope , therefore , in con- clusion , that all the dreadful consequences of sin will not be incurred , unless the act have set 138 RECREATIONS OF A RECLUSE .
... evil , except at the very moment of execution . " Mr. Hawthorne would hope , therefore , in con- clusion , that all the dreadful consequences of sin will not be incurred , unless the act have set 138 RECREATIONS OF A RECLUSE .
Page 144
... hope that the French conception of virtue , as thus delineated , may not take root downward and bear fruit upward , on English soil ; and that few censors of our press may have to say of native fiction what a discerning judge said of a ...
... hope that the French conception of virtue , as thus delineated , may not take root downward and bear fruit upward , on English soil ; and that few censors of our press may have to say of native fiction what a discerning judge said of a ...
Page 147
... hope , but with red flames of remorse ; voices from the depth of Nature sounding , Wo , wo on him ! " We may apply in this stern , solemn sense , what Oswald says in Wordsworth's tragedy : Action is transitory — a step , a blow , The ...
... hope , but with red flames of remorse ; voices from the depth of Nature sounding , Wo , wo on him ! " We may apply in this stern , solemn sense , what Oswald says in Wordsworth's tragedy : Action is transitory — a step , a blow , The ...
Page 161
... hope of freedom it gives her , she had long since stooped to her fate , and died of a broken heart . Plan after plan , she tells Roland , has been formed and abandoned , but still the light glimmers ; and while it glimmers , her hope ...
... hope of freedom it gives her , she had long since stooped to her fate , and died of a broken heart . Plan after plan , she tells Roland , has been formed and abandoned , but still the light glimmers ; and while it glimmers , her hope ...
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Page 40 - Go, hang yourselves all ! you are idle, shallow things : I am not of your element : you shall know more hereafter. [Exit. Sir To. Is't possible ? Fab. If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.
Page 243 - A snake's small eye blinks dull and shy, And the lady's eyes they shrunk in her head, Each shrunk up to a serpent's eye, And with somewhat of malice, and more of dread, At Christabel she looked askance!
Page 295 - Thou hast nor youth, nor age ; But, as it were, an after-dinner's sleep, Dreaming on both: for all thy blessed youth Becomes as aged, and doth beg the alms Of palsied eld ; and when thou art old, and rich, Thou hast neither heat, affection, limb, nor beauty, To make thy riches pleasant. What's yet in this, That bears the name of life? Yet in this life Lie hid more thousand deaths: yet death we fear, That makes these odds all even.
Page 147 - That light we see is burning in my hall. How far that little candle throws his beams ! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
Page 151 - He said, I think I do. Then said Evangelist, Keep that light in your eye, and go up directly thereto, so shalt thou see the Gate; at which when thou knockest, it shall be told thee what thou shalt do.
Page 257 - Of sun and moon, and that the affrighted globe Should yawn at alteration.
Page 315 - I have protracted my work till most of those whom I wished to please have sunk into the grave, and success and miscarriage are empty sounds. I therefore dismiss it with frigid tranquillity, having little to fear or hope from censure or from praise.
Page 161 - Or let my lamp at midnight hour Be seen in some high lonely tower...
Page 41 - How now, Horatio? you tremble and look pale; Is not this something more than fantasy? What think you on 't? Hor. Before my God, I might not this believe Without the sensible and true avouch Of mine own eyes.
Page 143 - Action is transitory — a step, a blow, The motion of a muscle — this way or that — 'Tis done, and in the after-vacancy We wonder at ourselves like men betrayed : Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity.