The Literary and Scientific Repository, and Critical Review, Том 3Wiley and Halsted, 1821 |
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... heart was never broken till this day , that I hear the Queen goes away so far off , whom I have followed so many years with so great love and desire , in so many journeys , and am now left behind in a dark prison alone ; while she was ...
... heart was never broken till this day , that I hear the Queen goes away so far off , whom I have followed so many years with so great love and desire , in so many journeys , and am now left behind in a dark prison alone ; while she was ...
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Страница 102 - tis haunted, holy ground ; No earth of thine is lost in vulgar mould, But one vast realm of wonder spreads around, And all the Muse's tales seem truly told, Till the sense aches with gazing to behold The scenes our earliest dreams have dwelt upon...
Страница 493 - That light we see is burning in my hall ; how far that little candle throws its beams, so shines a good deed in a naughty world...
Страница 61 - I that was wont to behold her riding like Alexander, hunting like Diana, walking like Venus, the gentle wind blowing her fair hair about her pure cheeks, like a nymph; sometime sitting in the shade like a Goddess; sometime singing like an angel; sometime playing like Orpheus. Behold the sorrow of this world! Once amiss, hath bereaved me of all.
Страница 33 - I find myself unable to manage it with decorum; these details are of a species of horror so nauseous and disgusting, they are so degrading to the sufferers and to the hearers, they are so humiliating to human nature itself, that on better thoughts I find it more advisable to throw a pall over this hideous object, and to leave it to your general conceptions.
Страница 32 - Then ensued a scene of woe, the like of which no eye had seen, no heart conceived, and which no tongue can adequately tell. All the horrors of war before known or heard of were mercy to that new havoc. A storm of universal fire blasted every field, consumed every house, destroyed every temple.
Страница 54 - I know not Which is best, to see you dead, or part with you. — Farewell, boy: Thou art happy that thou hast not understanding To know thy misery; for all our wit And reading brings us to a truer sense Of sorrow. — In the eternal church, sir, I do hope we shall not part thus.
Страница 32 - Whilst the authors of all these evils were idly and stupidly gazing on this menacing meteor, which blackened all their horizon, it suddenly burst, and poured down the whole of its contents upon the plains of the Carnatic.
Страница 102 - And yet how lovely in thine age of woe, Land of lost gods and godlike men, art thou ! Thy vales of evergreen, thy hills of snow, Proclaim thee Nature's varied favourite now ; Thy fanes, thy temples to thy surface bow, Commingling slowly with heroic earth, Broke by the share of every rustic plough : So perish monuments of mortal birth, So perish all in turn, save well-recorded Worth ; LXXXVI.
Страница 65 - ... an evasion by a syllable or word to abuse thee ;* if for a poor man, thou must pay it thyself; if for a rich man...
Страница 98 - The truth is, that in these days the grand primum mobile of England is cant : cant political, cant poetical, cant religious, cant moral ; but always cant, multiplied through all the varieties of life.