The St. Peterburg English Review, Volym 2S. Warrand 1842 |
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... returned the locksmith . « Who was that man , and why has his coming made this change in you ? » She was silent ... returned the widow , faintly . His shadow has been upon it and me , in light and darkness , at noonday and midnight . And ...
... returned the locksmith . « Who was that man , and why has his coming made this change in you ? » She was silent ... returned the widow , faintly . His shadow has been upon it and me , in light and darkness , at noonday and midnight . And ...
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... returned Gabriel . » " What , already , sir ! " said Miggs , opening the door with a look of surprise . We was just getting on our nightcaps to sit up , -me and mistress . Oh , she has been so bad ! » Miggs said this with an air of ...
... returned Gabriel . » " What , already , sir ! " said Miggs , opening the door with a look of surprise . We was just getting on our nightcaps to sit up , -me and mistress . Oh , she has been so bad ! » Miggs said this with an air of ...
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... returned Mrs. Varden , with her eyes upon the print . « You , that have not been near me all day , and wouldn't have been if I was dying ! » " My dear Martha- said Gabriel . Mrs. Varden turned over to the next page ; then went back ...
... returned Mrs. Varden , with her eyes upon the print . « You , that have not been near me all day , and wouldn't have been if I was dying ! » " My dear Martha- said Gabriel . Mrs. Varden turned over to the next page ; then went back ...
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... returned his wife , rising with dignity . « I dare say thank you . I'm not a child to be corrected one minute and petted the next I'm a little too old for that , Varden . Miggs , carry the light . You can be cheerful , Miggs , at least ...
... returned his wife , rising with dignity . « I dare say thank you . I'm not a child to be corrected one minute and petted the next I'm a little too old for that , Varden . Miggs , carry the light . You can be cheerful , Miggs , at least ...
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... returned John , with a readiness , quite surprising , anything you please . » " " It's well I am easily satisfied , » returned the other with a smile , or that might prove a hardy pledge , my friend . » And saying so , he dismounted ...
... returned John , with a readiness , quite surprising , anything you please . » " " It's well I am easily satisfied , » returned the other with a smile , or that might prove a hardy pledge , my friend . » And saying so , he dismounted ...
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answered appeared April 26 arms asked Barnaby BARNABY RUDGE blind Bloomsbury Square body called Central America Chester Chigwell Copan Crathorne cried crowd dark dear Dennis Dolly door dress Edward engines England eyes face feet fell fire flames followed Gabriel gentleman Goldsborough hand Haredale head heard heart horse hour Hugh Huntley Huntley's Hutton Rudby improvements jail knew light living locksmith looked Lord George Lord George Gordon manner Maypole ments Miggs mind mother murder Muster Gashford never night o'clock Palenque passed perhaps person prisoner replied returned rioters Robert Goldsborough round ruins seemed seen side silence Sir John six months smile soon speak Stokesley stone stood stopped street strong Tappertit tell things thought tion told took turned Uxmal Varden villenage voice walk walls whispered whole Willet window witness word Yarm
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Sida 97 - Petrarch's wound; A thousand times this pipe did Tasso sound; With it Camoens soothed an exile's grief ; The sonnet glittered a gay myrtle leaf Amid the cypress with which Dante crowned His visionary brow: a glow-worm lamp, It cheered mild Spenser, called from Faery-land To struggle through dark ways; and when a damp Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand The thing became a trumpet ; whence he blew Soul-animating strains — alas, too few...
Sida 89 - I am now indebted, as being a work not to be raised from the heat of youth, or the vapours of wine ; like that which flows at •waste from the pen of some vulgar amourist, or the trencher fury of a rhyming parasite ; nor to be obtained by the invocation of dame memory and her siren daughters, but by devout prayer to that eternal Spirit, who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his seraphim, with the hallowed fire of his altar, to touch and purify the lips of whom he pleases...
Sida 95 - AVENGE, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold ; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones...
Sida 98 - Two Voices are there ; one is of the sea, One of the mountains ; each a mighty Voice : In both from age to age thou didst rejoice, They were thy chosen music, Liberty...
Sida 100 - ... teaching over the whole book of sanctity " and virtue, through all the instances of example, with such " delight, to those especially of soft and delicious temper " who will not so much as look upon Truth herself unless " they see her elegantly drest...
Sida 98 - Two Voices are there; one is of the Sea, One of the Mountains; each a mighty Voice: In both from age to age Thou didst rejoice, They were thy chosen Music, Liberty! There came a Tyrant, and with holy glee Thou fought'st against Him; but hast vainly striven; Thou from thy Alpine Holds at length art driven, Where not a torrent murmurs heard by thee. Of one deep bliss thine ear hath been...
Sida 92 - I was confirmed in this opinion, that he who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things, ought himself to be a true poem ; that is, a composition and pattern of the best and honourablest things; not presuming to sing high praises of heroic men, or famous cities, unless he have in himself the experience and the practice of all that which is praiseworthy.
Sida 97 - Scorn not the sonnet; Critic, you have frowned, Mindless of its just honours; with this key Shakespeare unlocked his heart; the melody Of this small lute gave ease to Petrarch's wound; A thousand times this pipe did Tasso sound; With it Camoens soothed an exile's grief; The sonnet glittered a gay myrtle leaf Amid the cypress with which Dante crowned His visionary brow...
Sida 89 - Memory and her siren daughters, but by devout prayer to that eternal Spirit, who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his seraphim, with the hallowed fire of his altar, to touch and purify the lips of whom he pleases. To this must be added industrious and select reading, steady observation, insight into all seemly and generous arts and affairs; till which in some measure be compassed, at mine own peril and cost, I refuse not to sustain this expectation...
Sida 75 - ... stone, I pushed the Indians away, and cleared out the loose earth with my hands. The beauty of the sculpture, the solemn stillness of the woods, disturbed only by the scrambling of monkeys and the chattering of parrots, the desolation of the city, and the mystery that hung over it, all created an interest higher, if possible, than I had ever felt among the ruins of the Old World. After several hours