New Monthly Magazine, and Universal Register, Volum 8Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Thomas Hood, Theodore Edward Hook, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth E. W. Allen, 1823 |
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Pàgina 2
... better , for in no event can they be slided into a bill of costs , the counsellor's bursts of jovial and familiar humour , or , when he touches on a sadder strain , his prophetic assurances that the hour of Ireland's redemption is at ...
... better , for in no event can they be slided into a bill of costs , the counsellor's bursts of jovial and familiar humour , or , when he touches on a sadder strain , his prophetic assurances that the hour of Ireland's redemption is at ...
Pàgina 5
... better for himself and his clients , an admirably practical He is a thorough adept in all the complicated and fantastic forms with which Justice , like a Chinese monarch , insists that her votaries shall approach her . A suitor ...
... better for himself and his clients , an admirably practical He is a thorough adept in all the complicated and fantastic forms with which Justice , like a Chinese monarch , insists that her votaries shall approach her . A suitor ...
Pàgina 6
... better drilled . But O'Connell has by temperament a disdain of every thing that is methodical and sedate . You can see this running through his whole deportment in Court . I never knew a learned personage who resorted so little to the ...
... better drilled . But O'Connell has by temperament a disdain of every thing that is methodical and sedate . You can see this running through his whole deportment in Court . I never knew a learned personage who resorted so little to the ...
Pàgina 23
... better bear What I am destined to . I'm not the first That have been wretched - but to think how much I have been happier ! " . SOUTHERN . NEVER shall I forget that accursed 27th of September : it is burnt in upon the tablet of my ...
... better bear What I am destined to . I'm not the first That have been wretched - but to think how much I have been happier ! " . SOUTHERN . NEVER shall I forget that accursed 27th of September : it is burnt in upon the tablet of my ...
Pàgina 24
... better than cure . " - " Do you remember , " replied E , " what the same Dr. Johnson said to Boswell- My dear Sir , clear your mind of cant ; ' I do not ask you to play ; but you must have often read , when you were a good little boy ...
... better than cure . " - " Do you remember , " replied E , " what the same Dr. Johnson said to Boswell- My dear Sir , clear your mind of cant ; ' I do not ask you to play ; but you must have often read , when you were a good little boy ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 113 - It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that I wrote the last lines of the last page, in a summer-house in my garden. After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent.
Pàgina 539 - O'er-run and trampled on: then what they do in present, Though less than yours in past, must o'ertop yours; For time is like a fashionable host That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And, with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps in the comer: welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing.
Pàgina 160 - Far down, and shining through their stillness lies ! Thou hast the starry gems, the burning gold, Won from ten thousand royal argosies ! — . Sweep o'er thy spoils, thou wild and wrathful main...
Pàgina 41 - Ye winds that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me ? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.
Pàgina 177 - Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen Full many a sprightly race Disporting on thy margent green The paths of pleasure trace; Who foremost now delight to cleave With pliant arm, thy glassy wave? The captive linnet which enthral? What idle progeny succeed To chase the rolling circle's speed, Or urge the flying ball?
Pàgina 540 - High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin...
Pàgina 264 - In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
Pàgina 229 - Turk: false of heart, light of ear, bloody of hand; hog in sloth, fox in stealth, wolf in greediness, dog in madness, lion in prey.
Pàgina 160 - Give back the lost and lovely! — those for whom The place was kept at board and hearth so long! The prayer went up through midnight's breathless gloom, And the vain yearning woke 'midst festal song!
Pàgina 273 - Go, let oblivion's curtain fall Upon the stage of men, Nor with thy rising beams recall Life's tragedy again. Its piteous pageants bring not back, Nor waken flesh, upon the rack Of pain anew to writhe ; Stretch'd in disease's shapes abhorr'd, Or mown in battle by the sword, Like grass beneath the scythe.