The American Whig Review, Band 14Wiley and Putnam, 1851 |
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... tell what to judge of ; but from our weakness in our Leeward Islands , I cannot but be in pain for them , and do not imagine they will think of attacking you that lie so far to windward of them , and besides difficulty of access have so ...
... tell what to judge of ; but from our weakness in our Leeward Islands , I cannot but be in pain for them , and do not imagine they will think of attacking you that lie so far to windward of them , and besides difficulty of access have so ...
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... tell him here , I tell him , Amelot de Vere- Let him be man of human mould , Or fiendish knight , such as of old With mortal champions vied , Let him do on his arms of proof , Or 1851 . 15 Sir Amelot De Vere .
... tell him here , I tell him , Amelot de Vere- Let him be man of human mould , Or fiendish knight , such as of old With mortal champions vied , Let him do on his arms of proof , Or 1851 . 15 Sir Amelot De Vere .
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... tell him , he hath lied ! " He paused , as though he thought to see The gleam of fiendish panoply With blazoned shield and waving plume Emerging from the cedarn gloom ; But all was silence deep and still On Solomon's immortal hill . The ...
... tell him , he hath lied ! " He paused , as though he thought to see The gleam of fiendish panoply With blazoned shield and waving plume Emerging from the cedarn gloom ; But all was silence deep and still On Solomon's immortal hill . The ...
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... tell you your interview will not continue long if you have deceived me , and you will not have disturbed Master Rembrandt at his work for nothing . " The old woman now slowly opened the gate , which she had thus far held half closed ...
... tell you your interview will not continue long if you have deceived me , and you will not have disturbed Master Rembrandt at his work for nothing . " The old woman now slowly opened the gate , which she had thus far held half closed ...
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... Tell your father that Rubens is a great painter , but not the great . est in Flanders . " " My uncle is greater than you and Rubens . put together . " " And who is he , then ? " asked the old man angrily . " Rembrandt . " " And are you ...
... Tell your father that Rubens is a great painter , but not the great . est in Flanders . " " My uncle is greater than you and Rubens . put together . " " And who is he , then ? " asked the old man angrily . " Rembrandt . " " And are you ...
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Seite 71 - For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity, Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue.
Seite 459 - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right ; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, — I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! — and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
Seite 422 - Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken — The ice was all between. The ice was here, the ice was there, The ice was all around: It cracked and growled, and roared and howled, Like noises in a swound!
Seite 171 - ... it is of infinite moment that you should properly estimate the immense value of your national Union to your collective and individual happiness...
Seite 285 - The world can never give The bliss for which we sigh ; 'Tis not the whole of life to live, Nor all of death to die.
Seite 71 - For nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days, And their glad animal movements all gone by) To me was all in all. — I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite ; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Seite 76 - The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Seite 510 - Almighty hath not built Here for his envy, will not drive us hence : Here we may reign secure, and in my choice To reign is worth ambition, though in hell : Better to reign in hell, than serve in heaven.
Seite 31 - In the same pious confidence, beside her friend and sister, here sleep the remains of Dorothy Gray, widow, the careful, tender mother of many children, one of whom alone had the misfortune to survive her.
Seite 220 - But to her heart, her heart was voluble, Paining with eloquence her balmy side; As though a tongueless nightingale should swell Her throat in vain, and die, heart-stifled, in her dell.