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Waverleyj or Tis Sixty Years Since
523
Rob Roy By the Author of Waverley Guy Mannering and The Antiquary
535
The Fortunes of Nigel By the Author of Waverley Kenilworth c
543
GENERAL POLITIC8
564
A Song of Triumph By W Sotheby Esq
577
LActe Constitutionnel en la Seance du 9 Avril 1814
594
Short Remarks on the State of Parties at the Close of the Year 1809
604
The History of Ireland By John ODriscol
610
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Bracebridge Hall or the Humourists By Geoffrey Crayon Gent Author ofu
637
A Portraiture of Quakerism as taken from a View of the Moral Education Discipline
643
Memoirs of the Private and Public Life of William Penn By Thomas Claresoh M A
651
A Selection from the Public and Private Correspondence of ViceAdmiral Lord Colling
659
Narrative of a Journey through the Upper Provinces of India from Calcutta to Bombay
666
Sketches of India Written by an Officer for FireSide Travellers at Home
674
Scenes and Impressions in Egypt and in Italy By the Author of Sketches of India and Recollections of the Peninsula
683
Memoirs of the Political and Private Life of James Caulfield Earl of Charlemont Knight
693
An Inquiry whether Crime and Misery are produced or prevented by our present Sys
700
written by Himself Containing an Account of
707
The Life of the Right Honourable John Philpot Curran late Master of the Rolls in Ire
717
Switzerland or a Journal of a Tour and Residence in that Country in the Years 1817
725
Rejected Addresses or the New Theatrum Poetarum
732
Memoirs of the Life of the Right Honourable Sir James Mackintosh Edited by his Son
742
Notice of the Honourable Henry Erskine
756

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Страница 314 - O ! let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was ; For beauty, wit, 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...
Страница 416 - Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store ? Sometimes, whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind...
Страница 334 - The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains. — Beautiful ! I linger yet with nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man ; and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness, I learned the language of another world.
Страница 415 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret...
Страница 439 - This makes the madmen who have made men mad By their contagion ; Conquerors and Kings, Founders of sects and systems, to whom add Sophists, Bards, Statesmen, all unquiet things Which stir too strongly the soul's secret springs...
Страница 415 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Страница 441 - Clarens ! sweet Clarens, birthplace of deep Love ! Thine air is the young breath of passionate thought ; Thy trees take root in Love ; the snows above The very Glaciers have his colours caught, And sun-set into rose-hues sees them wrought By rays which sleep there lovingly...
Страница 439 - But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell, And there hath been thy bane ; there is a fire And motion of the soul which will not dwell In its own narrow being, but aspire Beyond the fitting medium of desire ; And, but once kindled, quenchless evermore, Preys upon high adventure, nor can tire Of aught but rest ; a fever at the core, Fatal to him who bears, to all who ever bore.
Страница 332 - How glorious in its action and itself ! But we, who name ourselves its sovereigns, we, Half dust, half deity, alike unfit To sink or soar, with our mix'd essence make A conflict of its elements, and breathe The breath of degradation and of pride, Contending with low wants and lofty will, Till our mortality predominates, And men are — what they name not to themselves, And trust not to each other.
Страница 442 - And this is in the night: — Most glorious night! Thou wert not sent for slumber! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and far delight, — A portion of the tempest and of thee!

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