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... British book - craft , and which rallied to its ranks such men as Jeffrey and the witty Sydney Smith , and Mackintosh and the pervasive and petulant Brougham - full of power and of pyrotechnics . These great names and their quarterly ...
... British book - craft , and which rallied to its ranks such men as Jeffrey and the witty Sydney Smith , and Mackintosh and the pervasive and petulant Brougham - full of power and of pyrotechnics . These great names and their quarterly ...
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... British Lands and Letters to an end- in the charming Lake District of England . There , we found Coleridge , before he was yet besotted by his opium - hunger ; there , too , we had Church - in- terview with the stately , silver - haired ...
... British Lands and Letters to an end- in the charming Lake District of England . There , we found Coleridge , before he was yet besotted by his opium - hunger ; there , too , we had Church - in- terview with the stately , silver - haired ...
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... British service , helps him to Oxford — would have had him take orders - in which case we should have had , of a certainty , some day , Bishop Southey ; and probably a very good one . But he has some scruples about the Creed , being ...
... British service , helps him to Oxford — would have had him take orders - in which case we should have had , of a certainty , some day , Bishop Southey ; and probably a very good one . But he has some scruples about the Creed , being ...
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... British scold ; and yet a late eulogist has the effrontery to name it in connection with the great prayerful burst of Milton upon the massacre of the Waldenses " Avenge , O Lord , thy slaughtered saints whose bones Lie scattered on the ...
... British scold ; and yet a late eulogist has the effrontery to name it in connection with the great prayerful burst of Milton upon the massacre of the Waldenses " Avenge , O Lord , thy slaughtered saints whose bones Lie scattered on the ...
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... British ships go to battle , or idle at the docks - is Walter Scott . * I scarce know how to begin to speak of him . We all know him so well - thanks to the biography of his son - in - law , Lockhart , which is almost Boswellian in its ...
... British ships go to battle , or idle at the docks - is Walter Scott . * I scarce know how to begin to speak of him . We all know him so well - thanks to the biography of his son - in - law , Lockhart , which is almost Boswellian in its ...
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Page 63 - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods And mountains, and of all that we behold From this green earth...
Page 230 - Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing A flowery band to bind us to the earth...
Page 63 - Once again I see These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines Of sportive wood run wild: these pastoral farms, Green to the very door; and wreaths of smoke Sent up, in silence, from among the trees...
Page 196 - Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild; Sweet are thy groves, and verdant are thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his...
Page 9 - They say it was a shocking sight after the field was won; for many thousand bodies here lay rotting in the sun; but things like that, you know, must be after a famous victory. Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won, and our good Prince Eugene. "Why, 'twas a very wicked thing!" said little Wilhelmine. "Nay... nay... my little girl," quoth he, "it was a famous victory.
Page 232 - Yet wherefore? Quench within their burning bed Thy fiery tears, and let thy loud heart keep Like his, a mute and uncomplaining sleep; For he is gone, where all things wise and fair Descend; — oh, dream not that the amorous Deep Will yet restore him to the vital air; Death feeds on his mute voice, and laughs at our despair.
Page 101 - Parting-ton's spirit was up ; but I need not tell you that the contest was unequal. The Atlantic Ocean beat Mrs. Partington. She was excellent at a slop, or a puddle, but she should not have meddled with a tempest. Gentlemen, be at your ease — be quiet and steady. You will beat Mrs. Partington.
Page 268 - Alone stood brave Horatius, But constant still in mind ; Thrice thirty thousand foes before, And the broad flood behind. " Down with him ! " cried false Sextus, With a smile on his pale face. "Now yield thee," cried Lars Porsena,
Page 173 - O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play ! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
Page 212 - I do not believe it beguiling, Because it reminds me of thine; And when winds are at war with the ocean, As the breasts I believed in with me, If their billows excite an emotion It is that they bear me from thee.