Lives of the illustrious. The Biographical magazine [ed. by J.P. Edwards]. |
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... less grandeur , were to follow . " The Wept of Wish - ton - wish , " a strange story , with a stranger title , is much admired for its melancholy inte- rest . Lionel Lincoln , " bore testi- mony to his power , accuracy , and spirit , in ...
... less grandeur , were to follow . " The Wept of Wish - ton - wish , " a strange story , with a stranger title , is much admired for its melancholy inte- rest . Lionel Lincoln , " bore testi- mony to his power , accuracy , and spirit , in ...
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... less and less content . The theatrical world turned out to be quite other than the paradise he had imagined it to be . He wished for a wider sphere of action , and one in which he should not be dependent on the vicissitudes of the ...
... less and less content . The theatrical world turned out to be quite other than the paradise he had imagined it to be . He wished for a wider sphere of action , and one in which he should not be dependent on the vicissitudes of the ...
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... less to execute a whole conspiracy , in five acts , than to settle my domestic arrangements for a week ; and poetry , you know yourself , is but a dangerous assistant in calculations of economy . My mind is drawn different ways ; I fall ...
... less to execute a whole conspiracy , in five acts , than to settle my domestic arrangements for a week ; and poetry , you know yourself , is but a dangerous assistant in calculations of economy . My mind is drawn different ways ; I fall ...
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... less ever - living sense Made music , mystic , yet through mys- tery clear . " Here he wrote and studied during the summon months of 1797 and 1798. In the following year " Wallenstein " was brought out . The highest critics spoke and ...
... less ever - living sense Made music , mystic , yet through mys- tery clear . " Here he wrote and studied during the summon months of 1797 and 1798. In the following year " Wallenstein " was brought out . The highest critics spoke and ...
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... less lamentably narrowed , pains should be taken to inconclusive , are the arguments by preserve its inviolability . That is to which Mr. Gladstone breaks the force say , -if only concerning the outworks of his own principles ; and by ...
... less lamentably narrowed , pains should be taken to inconclusive , are the arguments by preserve its inviolability . That is to which Mr. Gladstone breaks the force say , -if only concerning the outworks of his own principles ; and by ...
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Abd-el-Kader Admiral afterwards Algiers Andrew Marvell appeared artist Avignon beauty became brought called Cervantes character Charles Christian church Cochlæus commenced Cuvier death Don Quixote eloquence England eyes faith father favour feeling Franklin Pierce French friends frigate gave genius Girondists Goethe hand heart Hemans Hogarth honour human India intellectual Italy king labour lady less letter liberty literary living Lord Lord Ashley Macready ment mind moral Musselburgh Napier nation nature never night noble once party passed passion person picture poem poet poetry political popular present racter Raleigh religious rendered returned Robespierre Rome Rousseau scene Schiller seems sent Sheridan ship Sir Charles Napier slavery soon soul spirit talent things thou thought tion took true truth whole words write young
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Página 109 - LIFE IN LONDON : or, the Day and Night Scenes of Jerry Hawthorn, Esq., and his Elegant Friend, Corinthian Tom.
Página 190 - Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart; Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea: Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free. So didst thou travel on life's common way. In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay.
Página 264 - Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He star'd at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Página 275 - While round the armed bands Did clap their bloody hands ; He nothing common did, or mean, Upon that memorable scene, But with his keener eye The axe's edge did try ; Nor called the gods with vulgar spite To vindicate his helpless right, But bowed his comely head Down, as upon a bed.
Página 255 - Trust in the Lord, and do good; so shalt thou dwell in the land, and verily thou shalt be fed.
Página 196 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Página 270 - BRIGHT star ! would I were steadfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night. And watching, with eternal lids apart. Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores...
Página 184 - I think it shame to covenant with any knowing reader that for some few years yet I may go on trust with him toward the payment of what I am now indebted, as being a work not to be raised from the heat of youth or the vapours of wine, like that which flows at waste from the pen of some vulgar amorist or the trencher fury of a rhyming parasite...
Página 196 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine: But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Página 168 - O'er each fair sleeping brow ; She had each folded flower in sight, — Where are those dreamers now ? One, 'midst the forests of the West, By a dark stream is laid, — The Indian knows his place of rest, Far in the cedar shade. The sea, the blue, lone sea, hath one, He lies where pearls lie deep, — He was the loved of all, yet none O'er his low bed may weep.