Contributions to the Edinburgh Review, Volume 6Phillips, Sampson,, 1854 - 750 pages |
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Page 112
... thee would I go . Know'st thou the house , with its turreted walls , Where the chambers are glancing , and vast are the halls ? Where the figures of marble look on me so mild , As if thinking : Why thus did they use thee , poor child ...
... thee would I go . Know'st thou the house , with its turreted walls , Where the chambers are glancing , and vast are the halls ? Where the figures of marble look on me so mild , As if thinking : Why thus did they use thee , poor child ...
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... thee . Let me never hear such another speech . very bold , Philina ! ' cried she ; I have spoiled If you are angry , then am I unhappy , ' said Phi lina , springing up , and hastening from the room . Soon after this , the whole player ...
... thee . Let me never hear such another speech . very bold , Philina ! ' cried she ; I have spoiled If you are angry , then am I unhappy , ' said Phi lina , springing up , and hastening from the room . Soon after this , the whole player ...
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... thee . Give me back my Mariana ! She is living ! she is near at hand ! Not in vain didst thou choose this late lonely hour to visit me ; not in vain hast thou prepared me by thy most delicious narrative . Where is she ? where hast thou ...
... thee . Give me back my Mariana ! She is living ! she is near at hand ! Not in vain didst thou choose this late lonely hour to visit me ; not in vain hast thou prepared me by thy most delicious narrative . Where is she ? where hast thou ...
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... thee what thou wast - King of the Iwoods ! And time hath made thee what thou art - a cave For owls to roost in ! Once thy spreading boughs O'erhung the champaign , and the numerous flock That graz'd it , stood beneath that ample cope ...
... thee what thou wast - King of the Iwoods ! And time hath made thee what thou art - a cave For owls to roost in ! Once thy spreading boughs O'erhung the champaign , and the numerous flock That graz'd it , stood beneath that ample cope ...
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... thee ; pray thee go , for I am very busy : when he came out of his closet I revived my suit ; he kissed me , and talked of other things . At supper I would eat nothing ; he as usual sat by me , and drank often to me , which was his ...
... thee ; pray thee go , for I am very busy : when he came out of his closet I revived my suit ; he kissed me , and talked of other things . At supper I would eat nothing ; he as usual sat by me , and drank often to me , which was his ...
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Page 301 - Would he were fatter! but I fear him not: Yet if my name were liable to fear, I do not know the man I should avoid So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much; He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men...
Page 301 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Page 328 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride. His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And " Let us worship God !
Page 153 - Mr. Grenville squeezed me by the hand again, kissed the ladies, and withdrew. He kissed likewise the maid in the kitchen, and seemed upon the whole a most loving, kissing, kindhearted gentleman. He is very young, genteel, and handsome. He has a pair of very good eyes in his head, which not being sufficient as it should seem for the many nice and difficult purposes of a senator, he has a third also, which he wore suspended by a riband from his buttonhole.
Page 351 - In varying cadence, soft or strong, He swept the sounding chords along : The present scene, the future lot, His toils, his wants, were all forgot: Cold diffidence, and age's frost, In the full tide of song were lost ; Each blank, in faithless memory void, The poet's glowing thought supplied : And, while his harp responsive rung, 'Twas thus the latest minstrel sung.
Page 320 - It is not noon— the Sunbow's rays still arch The torrent with the many hues of heaven, And roll the sheeted silver's waving column O'er the crag's headlong perpendicular, And fling its lines of foaming light along, And to and fro, like the pale courser's tail, The Giant steed, to be bestrode by Death, As told in the Apocalypse.
Page 301 - This was the noblest Roman of them all : All the conspirators, save only he, Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; He only, in a general honest thought, And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle; and the elements So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, This was a man!
Page 342 - Again ! again ! again ! And the havoc did not slack, Till a feeble cheer the Dane To our cheering sent us back Their shots along the deep slowly boom : Then ceased — and all is wail, As they strike the shattered sail, Or in conflagration pale Light the gloom.
Page 105 - A lovely, pure, noble and most moral nature, without the strength of nerve which forms a hero, sinks beneath a burden which it cannot bear and must not cast away.
Page 371 - Theirs is yon House that holds the parish poor, Whose walls of mud scarce bear the broken door; There, where the putrid vapours, flagging, play, And the dull wheel hums doleful through the day; There children dwell who know no parents' care; Parents, who know no children's love, dwell there!