Southennan, Volum 1

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Henry Colburn and Richard Bentley, 1830 - 969 pàgines
 

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Pàgina 217 - I do not know the man I should avoid So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much ; He is a great observer and he looks Quite through the deeds of men...
Pàgina 24 - On what foundation stands the warrior's pride? How just his hopes, let Swedish Charles decide; A frame of adamant, a soul of fire, No dangers fright him, and no labours tire...
Pàgina 313 - Sydenham is a very clever work, which must make a great stir in the upper circles. Its pages are in reality memoirs of the political intrigues of the time, full of keen observation, graphic sketches of character, biting sarcasm— one page of which would make the fortune of a pamphlet.
Pàgina 201 - A Melancholy grounded, and resolv'd, Receiv'd into a habit, argues love, Or deepe impression of strong discontents, In cases of these rarities a friend Upon whose faith, and confidence, we may Vent with security, our grief...
Pàgina 313 - In 3 vols. post 8vo. • The new novel of Cloutletley, by this celebrated writer, is admitted to be worthy of his genius. "The subject is one of those romances of real life which sometimes actually occur in society, and surpass the invention of fiction. There is no writer who knows so well how to deal with these as Mr Godwin; the denouement and catastrophe of the present taleara perhaps without parallel in their Impressive character.
Pàgina 313 - Richelieu," a Tale of the Court of France. In 3 vols.
Pàgina 10 - He called down his merry men all, By one, by two, by three, William would fain have been the first, But now the last is he.
Pàgina 17 - How sweet these solitary places are ! how wantonly The wind blows through the leaves, and courts and plays with 'em ! Will you sit down, and sleep ? The heat invites you. Hark, how yon purling stream dances and murmurs ; The birds sing softly too. Pray take your rest, Sir.
Pàgina 73 - Had prov'd to me a grave. Pen. You had been happy : Then had you never known that sin of life Which blots all following glories with a vengeance, For forfeiting the last will of the dead, From whom you had your being. Ith.
Pàgina 104 - I'm almost melted with continual trotting After inquiries, dreams, and revelations, Of who knows whom or where. Serve wenching soldiers ! I'll serve a priest in Lent first, and eat bell-ropes.

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