The King's College Magazine, Volumen2Houlston and Hughes, 1842 |
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... feel that , during the performance of so highly sensible an action , we can say nothing sufficiently insane to make our friends believe that we are not by them converted into paragons of reason and good sense . For as no one might ...
... feel that , during the performance of so highly sensible an action , we can say nothing sufficiently insane to make our friends believe that we are not by them converted into paragons of reason and good sense . For as no one might ...
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... feel , Edward , already the fresh pleasure that will be ours when we end our night of trouble . " Such , and ever cheerful , was the nature of the converse with which Edward and Kate whiled the hours rapidly away ; Spenton remaining ...
... feel , Edward , already the fresh pleasure that will be ours when we end our night of trouble . " Such , and ever cheerful , was the nature of the converse with which Edward and Kate whiled the hours rapidly away ; Spenton remaining ...
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... feel not the painful excitement of an expectation overstrained . Their necessary duties honestly ful- filled , there ends their care ; wearied with a healthy labour , an undisturbed rest yields each night refreshment ; and , ever in its ...
... feel not the painful excitement of an expectation overstrained . Their necessary duties honestly ful- filled , there ends their care ; wearied with a healthy labour , an undisturbed rest yields each night refreshment ; and , ever in its ...
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... feel this horrid retribution ? " Edward shuddered - Andrew Westrill turned away with a con- temptuous smile . " Relent then , " said Edward , " I have already forgiven thee ; attend at the church to - day , it is not yet too late ...
... feel this horrid retribution ? " Edward shuddered - Andrew Westrill turned away with a con- temptuous smile . " Relent then , " said Edward , " I have already forgiven thee ; attend at the church to - day , it is not yet too late ...
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... feeling of no common interest excited by the contem- plation of the crumbling walls of a ruined edifice , which springs up , not only in the mind of the poet , the painter , the antiquary , and the philosopher , whose " trade it is to ...
... feeling of no common interest excited by the contem- plation of the crumbling walls of a ruined edifice , which springs up , not only in the mind of the poet , the painter , the antiquary , and the philosopher , whose " trade it is to ...
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Página 194 - I loved Ophelia: forty thousand brothers Could not with all their quantity of love, Make up my sum.
Página 481 - Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Ha! here's three on's are sophisticated! Thou art the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art.
Página 255 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields or waves or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain?
Página 303 - Avaunt ! and quit my sight ! let the earth hide thee ! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with.
Página 305 - If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended: That you have but slumbered here While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend: If you pardon, we will mend.
Página 193 - Remember thee! Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there...
Página 232 - tis not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all.
Página 302 - And thou opposed, being of no woman born, Yet I will try the last. Before my body I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff, And damn'd be him that first cries 'Hold, enough!
Página 429 - Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
Página 301 - The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast ; — Lady M. What do you mean ? Macb. Still it cried, Sleep no more ! to all the house : Glamis hath murdered sleep; and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more ; Macbeth shall sleep no more .