Historical and Literary Tour of a Foreigner in England and Scotland, Том 2Saunders & Otley, 1825 |
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... morning jour- nals stand in need of this stenographic celerity , in order to distribute regularly their papers by nine o'clock , even when the sittings of parliament are prolonged till three or even five o'clock in the morning . The ...
... morning jour- nals stand in need of this stenographic celerity , in order to distribute regularly their papers by nine o'clock , even when the sittings of parliament are prolonged till three or even five o'clock in the morning . The ...
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... morning at the Morning Chronicle office ; for the daily publications are here very seldom subscribed for . It is to be hoped that the family may not have to figure one day in this same discreet paper in the column devoted to crim . con ...
... morning at the Morning Chronicle office ; for the daily publications are here very seldom subscribed for . It is to be hoped that the family may not have to figure one day in this same discreet paper in the column devoted to crim . con ...
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... Morning Chronicle obviously calls for a Saint Bartholomew for kings , and especially for the assassination of the king of France , on whom it yesterday cast the foulest aspersions.- The other day the Courier , a ministerial paper ...
... Morning Chronicle obviously calls for a Saint Bartholomew for kings , and especially for the assassination of the king of France , on whom it yesterday cast the foulest aspersions.- The other day the Courier , a ministerial paper ...
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... , and a moralist , which he found sufficient time to discharge . The whole of his Christian Hero was composed , as it were , in the interval between the disorders of the evening and those of the morning : 12 TOUR IN ENGLAND.
... , and a moralist , which he found sufficient time to discharge . The whole of his Christian Hero was composed , as it were , in the interval between the disorders of the evening and those of the morning : 12 TOUR IN ENGLAND.
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Amédée Pichot. disorders of the evening and those of the morning : each chapter was a religious expression of his morning repentance , for which his evening orgy supplied the text of a new page . He was at one and the same time a man of ...
Amédée Pichot. disorders of the evening and those of the morning : each chapter was a religious expression of his morning repentance , for which his evening orgy supplied the text of a new page . He was at one and the same time a man of ...
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Стр. 110 - She hold the gorgeous east in fee; And was the safeguard of the west: the worth Of Venice did not fall below her birth, Venice, the eldest Child of Liberty. She was a maiden City, bright and free; No guile seduced, no force could violate; And, when she took unto herself a Mate, She must espouse the everlasting Sea. And what if she had seen those glories fade, Those titles vanish, and that strength decay; Yet shall some tribute of regret be paid When her long life hath reached its final day: Men are...
Стр. 62 - Tis pleasant, through the loopholes of retreat, To peep at such a world ; to see the stir Of the great Babel, and not feel the crowd ; To hear the roar she sends through all her gates At a safe distance, where the dying sound Falls a soft murmur on the uninjured ear.
Стр. 450 - ... clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, Unseen, alane. There in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawie bosom sunward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; . But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies ! Such is the fate of artless Maid, Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade, By love's simplicity betray'd And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid Low i
Стр. 64 - THAT those lips had language! Life has passed With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine, — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, "Grieve not, my child; chase all thy fears away!
Стр. 107 - Accordingly, such a language, arising out of repeated experience and regular feelings, is a more permanent and a far more philosophical language than that which is frequently substituted for it by poets...
Стр. 450 - O' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-field, Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, Thy snawie bosom sun-ward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies ! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betray'd, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid Low i
Стр. 83 - Where the thin harvest waves its wither'd ears ; Rank weeds, that every art and care defy, Reign o'er the land and rob the blighted rye : There Thistles stretch their prickly arms afar, And to the ragged infant threaten war; There Poppies nodding, mock the hope of toil, There the blue Bugloss paints the sterile soil ; Hardy and high, above the slender sheaf, The slimy Mallow waves her silky leaf; O'er the young shoot the Charlock throws a shade, And clasping Tares cling round the sickly blade ; With...
Стр. 202 - His pomp, his pride, his skill; And arts that made fire, flood, and earth The vassals of his will? Yet mourn I not thy parted sway, Thou dim, discrowned king of day; For all those trophied arts And triumphs that beneath thee sprang, Healed not a passion or a pang Entailed on human hearts.
Стр. 135 - How beautiful is night! A dewy freshness fills the silent air; No mist obscures, nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain, Breaks the serene of heaven : In full-orbed glory yonder moon divine Rolls through the dark blue depths; Beneath her steady ray The desert circle spreads, Like the round ocean, girdled with the sky. How beautiful is night!
Стр. 112 - And, behold, the LORD passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and brake in pieces the rocks, before the LORD ; but the LORD was not in the wind; and after the wind an earthquake ; but the LORD was not in the earthquake: and after the earthquake a fire; but the LORD was not in the fire; and after the fire a still small voice.