The Foreign Quarterly Review, Volume 3

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Treuttel and Würtz, Treuttel, Jun, and Richter, 1829
 

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Page 51 - midst rocks, and sands, and eddies, And gathering storms, and darkening clouds — unheeding, Its quiet course through waves and winds it steadies. My love is with me — and my babes — whose kisses Sweep sorrow's trace from off my brow as fast As gathering there — and hung upon the mast Are harp and myrtle flowers, that shed their blisses On the sweet air. Is darkness on my path ? Then beams bright radiance from a star that hath Its temple in the heaven. As firm as youth I urge my onward way...
Page 37 - On Parent knees, a naked new-born child Weeping thou sat'st while all around thee smil'd ; So live, that sinking in thy last long sleep, Thou then may'st smile, while all around thee weep.
Page 98 - was brought before the king, he fell upon his knees, crawling upon them to embrace, those of His Majesty, and forgetting the character of a hero, which he had so long pretended to, behaved himself with the greatest meanness and abjection imaginable, omitting no humiliation or pretence of sorrow or repentance to move the king to compassion and mercy.
Page 160 - On a certain day all the inhabitants of Kief were assembled on the banks of the Dnieper, and on a signal from the monarch, all plunged into the river, some to the waist, others to the neck ; parents held their children in their arms while the ceremony was performed by the priests in attendance. Thus a nation received baptism, not only without murmuring, but with cheerfulness ; for all were convinced that a religion, embraced by the sovereign and boyards, must necessarily be the best in the world...
Page 64 - MOTHER ! dost weep that thy boy's right hand Hath taken a sword for his father-land ? Mother ! where should the brave one be But in the ranks of bravery ? * Mother ! and was it not sad to leave Mine own sweet maiden alone to grieve ? Julia ! where should the brave one be But in the ranks of bravery ? Mother ! if thou in death...
Page 555 - What," cried I with a disappointed air, "are they no longer in Paris?" "Oh, they are not very far distant," replied Mother Noel; "they have not quitted the environs of the ' great village ' (Paris) : I dare say we shall soon see them, for I trust they will speedily pay me a visit. I think they will be delighted to find you here."
Page 107 - About the end of the year 1693 a proposal had been made to the king, by one newly come out of England, of seizing and bringing away the Prince of Orange, and of making a rising in and about London ; but his majesty would not hear of it, looking upon the project as impracticable, and exposing his friends when he had no prospect of seconding them...
Page 168 - If thou art really honest and virtuous, why not die by the hand of thy master, and thereby obtain the crown of the martyrs? What is life? What are earthly pomps and riches? Vanity! a shadow ! — What thou assertest of my assumed cruelties is an impudent lie.
Page 106 - That about the end of the year 1693, a proposal had been made to the King, by one newly come out of England, of seizing and bringing away the Prince of Orange...
Page 54 - WHERE do ye bear me ? Into what solitude 'Midst groves and valleys ? Daughters of Helicon ! Have ye awakened new fires in my bosom ? Have ye transported my spirit ? Here in this quiet temple of loneliness Will I pour out the songs of divinity To the Hungarian Minerva, and worship At the immortal one's altar. Yes ! I will read all the deeds of futurity. Dark-mantled groves, sweet fountains of gentleness, Have ye not thoughts to overwhelm me with transport, And to upbear me to heaven ? As ye have borne...

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