The Metropolitan, Volym 14James Cochrane, 1835 |
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... no longer required . There are certain topics which are very valuable to an orator on the hustings , and invariably ... XIV.-NO. 1 III . B these are to be suffered to exist , we cannot THE ...
... no longer required . There are certain topics which are very valuable to an orator on the hustings , and invariably ... XIV.-NO. 1 III . B these are to be suffered to exist , we cannot THE ...
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... no more . I afterwards was informed that I had been reprieved , that I had been sent for , and a long exhortation ... XIV.—NO. LIII . C immediately in a sound sleep , from which I did ( 17 ) JAPHET, IN SEARCH OF A FATHER.1 ...
... no more . I afterwards was informed that I had been reprieved , that I had been sent for , and a long exhortation ... XIV.—NO. LIII . C immediately in a sound sleep , from which I did ( 17 ) JAPHET, IN SEARCH OF A FATHER.1 ...
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... no vows - they only conform to the rules of the sisterhood during the time that they remain in it , and if they have ... XIV.—NO. LIII . D It would be a double charity , charity to those Diary of a Blasé . 33.
... no vows - they only conform to the rules of the sisterhood during the time that they remain in it , and if they have ... XIV.—NO. LIII . D It would be a double charity , charity to those Diary of a Blasé . 33.
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... no value , because they are showered upon you with a less frugal hand ? Believe me , they who cannot perceive beauty ... XIV.—NO. LIII . E whose lips the precepts of wisdom have flowed in strains A Dream . 49.
... no value , because they are showered upon you with a less frugal hand ? Believe me , they who cannot perceive beauty ... XIV.—NO. LIII . E whose lips the precepts of wisdom have flowed in strains A Dream . 49.
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... no God : " atheism is ignorance , a low , brutified , vulgar ignorance , like that of such a mind as C's . Again ... XIV.-NO. LIII . F poet - his originality is unquestioned - his imagination is The Poems of Percy Bysshe Shelley . 65.
... no God : " atheism is ignorance , a low , brutified , vulgar ignorance , like that of such a mind as C's . Again ... XIV.-NO. LIII . F poet - his originality is unquestioned - his imagination is The Poems of Percy Bysshe Shelley . 65.
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Sida 321 - See, what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Sida 64 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain?
Sida 60 - Grief made the young Spring wild, and she threw down Her kindling buds, as if she Autumn were, Or they dead leaves; since her delight is flown, For whom should she have waked the sullen year?
Sida 63 - I dare not guess; but in this life Of error, ignorance, and strife. Where nothing is, but all things seem. And we the shadows of the dream, It is a modest creed, and yet Pleasant if one considers it, To own that death itself must be. Like all the rest, a mockery.
Sida 321 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; "Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands ; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed.
Sida 64 - I vowed that I would dedicate my powers To thee and thine : have I not kept the vow ? With beating heart and streaming eyes, even now I call the phantoms of a thousand hours Each from his voiceless grave : they have in...
Sida 65 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.
Sida 61 - Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep — He hath awakened from the dream of life...
Sida 64 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Sida 64 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.