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... written by others , without reserve ; and is at least as sensible as his readers can be , that he has no claim to any personal merit from such a compilation . He has arrived at that period of life , when the humblest sphere of ...
... written by others , without reserve ; and is at least as sensible as his readers can be , that he has no claim to any personal merit from such a compilation . He has arrived at that period of life , when the humblest sphere of ...
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... written energetic passage , and lays before the reader a genuine picture of military conflicts : we see the coming charge , the dreadful closing of horse and foot : we hear the horrid jingling of their deadly weapons , the shouts , the ...
... written energetic passage , and lays before the reader a genuine picture of military conflicts : we see the coming charge , the dreadful closing of horse and foot : we hear the horrid jingling of their deadly weapons , the shouts , the ...
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... writing a full account of what had passed . Accordingly he attended daily for a fortnight or three weeks , and , during that time , was interrogated by upwards of fifty gentlemen - some of them of great emi- nence - who were all struck ...
... writing a full account of what had passed . Accordingly he attended daily for a fortnight or three weeks , and , during that time , was interrogated by upwards of fifty gentlemen - some of them of great emi- nence - who were all struck ...
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... written , of the wars of the Moorish empire , agree in stating that , from the middle of the seventeenth century , Tombuctoo was occupied by the troops of the Emperors of Morocco ; in whose name a considerable annual tri- bute was ...
... written , of the wars of the Moorish empire , agree in stating that , from the middle of the seventeenth century , Tombuctoo was occupied by the troops of the Emperors of Morocco ; in whose name a considerable annual tri- bute was ...
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... writing to prophesy the end of the world , and were more than once obliged to change the date they had already fixed upon , in consequence of the provoking delay of printers ' devils , which brought the event somewhat too near to the ...
... writing to prophesy the end of the world , and were more than once obliged to change the date they had already fixed upon , in consequence of the provoking delay of printers ' devils , which brought the event somewhat too near to the ...
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Page 23 - mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river.
Page 22 - The Author continued for about three hours in a profound sleep, at least of the external senses, during which time he has the most vivid confidence, that he could not have composed less than from two to three hundred lines...
Page 19 - The night is chill; the forest bare; Is it the wind that moaneth bleak? There is not wind enough in the air To move away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady's cheek There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
Page 24 - But yester-night I prayed aloud In anguish and in agony, Up-starting from the fiendish crowd Of shapes and thoughts that tortured me : A lurid light, a trampling throng, Sense of intolerable wrong, And whom I scorned, those only strong!
Page 20 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Page 286 - Concerning Jesus of Nazareth, which was a prophet mighty in deed and word before God and all the people: And how the chief priests and our rulers delivered him to be condemned to death, and have crucified him.
Page 358 - Come as the winds come, when Forests are rended ; Come as the waves come, when Navies are stranded : Faster come, faster come, Faster and faster, Chief, vassal, page, and groom, Tenant and master.
Page 20 - But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining — They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs which had been rent asunder ; A dreary sea now flows between, But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
Page 20 - tis pretty to force together Thoughts so all unlike each other ; ' To mutter and mock a broken charm, To dally with wrong that does no harm. Perhaps 'tis tender too and pretty At each wild word to feel within A sweet recoil of love and pity.
Page 22 - A snake's small eye blinks dull and shy, And the lady's eyes they shrunk in her head; Each shrunk up to a serpent's eye...