The Quarterly Review, Volum 219William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle), George Walter Prothero John Murray, 1913 |
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... thought and writing without experi- ence of war , fail as a rule to appreciate the friction which attends every warlike operation and makes ' the simple ' so very difficult . ' Soldier - writers have too often lacked the historical ...
... thought and writing without experi- ence of war , fail as a rule to appreciate the friction which attends every warlike operation and makes ' the simple ' so very difficult . ' Soldier - writers have too often lacked the historical ...
Pàgina 19
... thought of them as a series of successful checks to the pursuers ; English writers represent them as the hunting of the whole French army from position to position by the unaided advance - guard of the British . But , as Prof. Oman says ...
... thought of them as a series of successful checks to the pursuers ; English writers represent them as the hunting of the whole French army from position to position by the unaided advance - guard of the British . But , as Prof. Oman says ...
Pàgina 32
... thought you were , " said Willy politely .- " Maybe I am , faith , " replied Mrs Sweeny , with a loud laugh of enjoyment . " But if she's for dyin ' , the crayture , she'll die aisier without thim thrash of medicines ; and if she's for ...
... thought you were , " said Willy politely .- " Maybe I am , faith , " replied Mrs Sweeny , with a loud laugh of enjoyment . " But if she's for dyin ' , the crayture , she'll die aisier without thim thrash of medicines ; and if she's for ...
Pàgina 33
... thought that a soul can be stunted by the trivialities of personal appearance , they own to having set down Charlotte Mullen's many evil qualities ' without pity . ' They approach their task in the spirit of Balzac . The book , as we ...
... thought that a soul can be stunted by the trivialities of personal appearance , they own to having set down Charlotte Mullen's many evil qualities ' without pity . ' They approach their task in the spirit of Balzac . The book , as we ...
Pàgina 41
... thought means more than mere artistic failure , it means want of knowledge of the wayward and shrewd and sensitive minds that are at the back of the dialect . The very wind that blows softly over brown acres of bog carries perfumes and ...
... thought means more than mere artistic failure , it means want of knowledge of the wayward and shrewd and sensitive minds that are at the back of the dialect . The very wind that blows softly over brown acres of bog carries perfumes and ...
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Pàgina 176 - I was not aware of the moment when I first crossed the threshold of this life. What was the power that made me open out into this vast mystery like a bud in the forest at midnight! When in the morning I looked upon the light I felt in a moment that I was no stranger in this world, that the inscrutable without name and form had taken me in its arms in the form of my own mother. Even so, in death the same unknown will appear as ever known to me. And because I love this life, I know I shall love death...
Pàgina 177 - LEAVE this chanting and singing and telling of beads! Whom dost thou worship in this lonely dark corner of a temple with doors all shut? Open thine eyes and see thy God is not before thee! He is there where the tiller is tilling the hard ground and where the pathmaker is breaking stones. He is with them in sun and in shower, and his garment is covered with dust. Put off thy holy mantle and even like him come down on the dusty soil...
Pàgina 242 - ... flowers, which in that heavenly air Bloom the year long ! Nay, barren are those mountains and spent the streams : Our song is the voice of desire, that haunts our dreams, A throe of the heart, Whose pining visions dim, forbidden hopes profound, No dying cadence nor long sigh can sound, For all our art. Alone, aloud in the raptured ear of men We pour our dark nocturnal secret ; and then, As night is withdrawn From these sweet-springing meads and bursting boughs of May, Dream, while the innumerable...
Pàgina 203 - ... fecisti nos ad te et inquietum est cor nostrum, donee requiescat in te.
Pàgina 175 - DELIVERANCE is not for me in renunciation. I feel the embrace of freedom in a thousand bonds of delight. Thou ever pourest for me the fresh draught of thy wine of various colours and fragrance, filling this earthen vessel to the brim. My world will light its hundred different lamps with thy flame and place them before the altar of thy temple. No, I will never shut the doors of my senses. The delights of sight and hearing and touch will bear thy delight. Yes, all my illusions will...
Pàgina 141 - This day, much against my will, I did - in Drury Lane see two or three houses marked with a red cross upon the doors, and
Pàgina 252 - O YOUTH whose hope is high, Who dost to Truth aspire, Whether thou live or die, O look not back nor tire. Thou that art bold to fly Through tempest, flood and fire, Nor dost not shrink to try Thy heart in torments dire : If thou canst Death defy, If thy Faith is entire, Press onward, for thine eye Shall see thy heart's desire.
Pàgina 142 - Lord have mercy upon us!" writ there: which was a sad sight to me, being the first of the kind that, to my remembrance, I ever saw. It put me into an ill conception of myself and my smell, so that I was forced to buy some roll-tobacco to smell to and chaw, which took away the apprehension.
Pàgina 476 - that I have fought my last battle. It is a bad thing to be always fighting. While in the thick of it I am too much occupied to feel anything; but it is wretched just after. It is quite impossible to think of glory. Both mind and feelings are exhausted. I am wretched even at the moment of victory, and I always say that, next to a battle lost, the greatest misery is a battle gained.
Pàgina 243 - THE clouds have left the sky, The wind hath left the sea, The half-moon up on high Shrinketh her face of dree She lightens on the comb Of leaden waves, that roar And thrust their hurried foam Up on the dusky shore. Behind the western bars The shrouded day retreats, And unperceived the stars Steal to their sovran seats. And whiter grows the foam, The small moon lightens more ; And as I turn me home, My shadow walks before.