Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volum 74W. Blackwood & Sons, 1853 |
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Pàgina 2
... says the learned professor , " which Louis XIV . re- ceived covered with glory , powerful by its arms , preponderant abroad , tranquil and contented at home , he transmitted to his successor humbled , enfeebled , dissatisfied , ready to ...
... says the learned professor , " which Louis XIV . re- ceived covered with glory , powerful by its arms , preponderant abroad , tranquil and contented at home , he transmitted to his successor humbled , enfeebled , dissatisfied , ready to ...
Pàgina 32
... says Mrs Jameson , was indeed no more . It was dead : it could never be revived without a return to those modes of thought and belief which had at first inspired it . Instead of religious art , appeared what I must call theological art ...
... says Mrs Jameson , was indeed no more . It was dead : it could never be revived without a return to those modes of thought and belief which had at first inspired it . Instead of religious art , appeared what I must call theological art ...
Pàgina 56
... say he thinks the other man was Lee ? " " So he says ; but that's easily found out from the groom . Besides , you can ascertain whether Lee was , or was not , at the Heronry about that time . " " Exactly , " said Sloperton . " We must ...
... say he thinks the other man was Lee ? " " So he says ; but that's easily found out from the groom . Besides , you can ascertain whether Lee was , or was not , at the Heronry about that time . " " Exactly , " said Sloperton . " We must ...
Pàgina 57
... says I got him into the trap - says , by gad , sir , ' twas my fault . " And the poor Colo- nel , with a profound conviction of the ingratitude of mankind in general , and of Sloperton in particular , would shake his head , and bury his ...
... says I got him into the trap - says , by gad , sir , ' twas my fault . " And the poor Colo- nel , with a profound conviction of the ingratitude of mankind in general , and of Sloperton in particular , would shake his head , and bury his ...
Pàgina 74
... says : “ I think our greatest danger at present is from the chivalresque tone in which the Emperor Alexander is disposed to push the war . He has a personal feeling about Paris , dis- tinct from all political or military combinations ...
... says : “ I think our greatest danger at present is from the chivalresque tone in which the Emperor Alexander is disposed to push the war . He has a personal feeling about Paris , dis- tinct from all political or military combinations ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 313 - A made a finer end, and went away, an it had been any christom child; 'a parted even just between twelve and one, even at the turning o' the tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers...
Pàgina 318 - From his cradle, He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one ; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading : Lofty and sour to them that loved him not ; But to those men that sought him, sweet as summer.
Pàgina 459 - Like the poor cat i' the adage ? Macb. Prithee, peace : I dare do all that may become a man ; Who dares do more, is none. Lady M. What beast was 't then, That made you break this enterprise to me?
Pàgina 462 - And curd, like eager droppings into milk, The thin and wholesome blood: so did it mine; And a most instant tetter bark'd about, Most lazar-like, with vile and loathsome crust, All my smooth body. Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother's hand, Of life, of crown, of queen, at once dispatch'd...
Pàgina 398 - This is an age of the world when nations are trembling and convulsed. A mighty influence is abroad, surging and heaving the world, as with an earthquake. And is America safe? Every nation that carries in its bosom great and unredressed injustice has in it the elements of this last convulsion.
Pàgina 459 - You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry " Hold, hold !
Pàgina 608 - Here was a panacea — a Qapfiaxov vrjiriv9(f for all human woes : here was the secret of happiness, about which philosophers had disputed for so many ages, at once discovered : happiness might now be bought for a penny, and carried in the waistcoat pocket : portable ecstasies might be had corked up in a pint bottle : and peace of mind could be sent down in gallons by the mail coach.
Pàgina 468 - My desolation does begin to make A better life : Tis paltry to be Caesar; Not being fortune, he's but fortune's knave, A minister of her will ; And it is great To do that thing that ends all other deeds ; Which shackles accidents, and bolts up change; Which sleeps, and never palates more the dung, The beggar's nurse and Caesar's.
Pàgina 272 - Majesty's reign there be such conditions of government settled and enacted, as may secure the honour and sovereignty of this Crown and Kingdom, the freedom, frequency and power of Parliaments, the religion, liberty and trade of the nation, from English or any foreign influence...
Pàgina 245 - Though my perishing ranks should be strewed in their gore, Like ocean-weeds heaped on the surf-beaten shore, Lochiel, untainted by flight or by chains, While the kindling of life in his bosom remains, Shall victor exult, or in death be laid low, With his back to the field, and his feet to the foe ! And leaving in battle no blot on his name, Look proudly to heaven from the death-bed of fame.