Selections from the Calcutta Review, Volum 2

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T.S. Smith., 1882

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Pàgina 632 - And it came to pass, as soon as he came nigh unto the camp, that he saw the calf, and the dancing: and Moses' anger waxed hot, and he cast the tables out of his hands, and brake them beneath the mount.
Pàgina 629 - But we their sons, a pamper'd race of men, Are dwindled down to threescore years and ten. Better to hunt in fields for health unbought, Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught. The wise for cure on exercise depend: God never made his work for man to mend.
Pàgina 534 - No man that warreth entangleth himself with the affairs of this life; that he may please him who hath chosen him to be a soldier.
Pàgina 632 - And he spake of trees, from the cedar tree that is in Lebanon even unto the hyssop that springeth out of the wall: he spake also of beasts, and of fowl, and of creeping things, and of fishes.
Pàgina 660 - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound.
Pàgina 660 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon.
Pàgina 645 - A wise physician skill'd our wounds to heal, Is more than armies to the public weal.
Pàgina 630 - Tis time to save the few remains of war. But let some prophet, or some sacred sage, Explore the cause of great Apollo's rage ; Or learn the wasteful vengeance to remove By mystic dreams, for dreams descend from Jove. If broken vows this heavy curse have laid, Let altars smoke, and hecatombs be paid. So Heaven, aton'd, shall dying Greece restore, And Phoebus dart his burning shafts no more.
Pàgina 180 - ... comes into this melancholy house a black hood is drawn; and in this dark shroud, an emblem of the curtain dropped between him and the living world, he is led to the cell from which he never again comes forth until his whole term of imprisonment has expired. He never hears of wife or children; home or friends; the life or death of any single creature. He sees the prison officers, but, with that exception, he never looks upon a human countenance, or hears a human voice.
Pàgina 597 - Tearfulness and trembling are come upon me, and an horrible dread hath overwhelmed me. ' It is not an open enemy that hath done me this dishonour, for then I could have borne it. ' It was even thou my companion, my guide, and my own familiar friend.

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