Eclectic Magazine, and Monthly Edition of the Living Age, Volumen35John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell Leavitt, Throw and Company, 1855 |
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... matter to the foreman in whose district it is , and goes to sleep again . If , however , the fire should be in the city , or in any of the great West - End thoroughfares , he hurries off on the first engine . Five minutes is considered ...
... matter to the foreman in whose district it is , and goes to sleep again . If , however , the fire should be in the city , or in any of the great West - End thoroughfares , he hurries off on the first engine . Five minutes is considered ...
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... matter ; whilst attempt- ing to turn it the screw came out , and with it a jet of gas , which was instantly fired by the candle . The blaze igniting the shop , a passer - by seized a wooden pail and threw its contents upon the flames ...
... matter ; whilst attempt- ing to turn it the screw came out , and with it a jet of gas , which was instantly fired by the candle . The blaze igniting the shop , a passer - by seized a wooden pail and threw its contents upon the flames ...
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... matter of frequent occurrence in the United States and Canada - indeed in all parts of Continental Europe . The fires which have proved fatal to large plots of buildings in the metropolis , have in every in- stance taken place without ...
... matter of frequent occurrence in the United States and Canada - indeed in all parts of Continental Europe . The fires which have proved fatal to large plots of buildings in the metropolis , have in every in- stance taken place without ...
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... matter concerning the last few , fatal the soul while tears rain from the eyes , and months of Mrs. Maclean's life at Cape Coast there is not a work brought forth from the Castle . Lady Blessington had commissioned tossings , and ...
... matter concerning the last few , fatal the soul while tears rain from the eyes , and months of Mrs. Maclean's life at Cape Coast there is not a work brought forth from the Castle . Lady Blessington had commissioned tossings , and ...
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... matter crowded into the work , which may take permanent rank in the world of letters , not merely as the life of one literary individ- ual , but as a miniature biographical encyclo- pedia of all the modern celebrities of England . From ...
... matter crowded into the work , which may take permanent rank in the world of letters , not merely as the life of one literary individ- ual , but as a miniature biographical encyclo- pedia of all the modern celebrities of England . From ...
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Página 476 - Such a spirit is Liberty. At times she takes the form of a hateful reptile. She grovels, she hisses, she stings. But woe to those who in disgust shall venture to crush her! And happy are those who, having dared to receive her in her degraded and frightful shape, shall at length be rewarded by her in the time of her beauty and her glory!
Página 426 - I can never forget the inexpressible luxury and profaneness, gaming, and all dissoluteness, and as it were total forgetfulness of God, (it being Sunday evening,) which this day se'nnight I was witness of, the King sitting and toying with his concubines, Portsmouth, Cleveland...
Página 457 - I will add to your yoke : my father chastised you with whips, but I will chastise you with scorpions.
Página 174 - Strong the earthy odour grows — I smell the mould above the rose ! Welcome Life ! the Spirit strives ! Strength returns and hope revives ; Cloudy fears and shapes forlorn Fly like shadows at the morn, — O'er the earth there comes a bloom ; Sunny light for sullen gloom, Warm perfume for vapour cold — I smell the rose above the mould ! April, 1845.
Página 540 - A man's best things are nearest him, Lie close about his feet, It is the distant and the dim That we are sick to greet...
Página 477 - These are the old friends who are never seen with new faces, who are the same in wealth and in poverty, in glory and in obscurity. With the dead there is no rivalry. In the dead there is no change. Plato is never sullen. Cervantes is never petulant. Demosthenes never comes unseasonably. Dante never stays too long. No difference of political opinion can alienate Cicero. No heresy can excite the horror of Bossuet.
Página 478 - Vitus's dance, his rolling walk, his blinking eye, the outward signs which too clearly marked his approbation of his dinner, his insatiable appetite for fish-sauce and...
Página 476 - They went through the world, like Sir Artegal's iron man Talus with his flail, crushing and trampling down oppressors, mingling with human beings, but having neither part nor lot in human infirmities, insensible to fatigue, to pleasure, and to pain, not to be pierced by any weapon, not to be withstood by any barrier.
Página 145 - Or chasms and watery depths ; all these have vanish'd ; They live no longer in the faith of reason. But still the heart doth need a language...
Página 498 - Had I but all of them, thee and thy treasures, What a wild crowd of invisible pleasures! To carry pure death in an earring, a casket, A signet, a fan-mount, a filigree basket!