Museum of Foreign Literature and Science, Volume 7Robert Walsh, Eliakim Littell, John Jay Smith E. Littell, 1825 |
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... vols . London . Longman , Hurst , Rees , Orme , Brown , and Green , Paternoster- Row . 1825 . We know not well in what way to satisfy all our own feelings in reviewing these volumes . The author is a high - born and high- bred gentleman ...
... vols . London . Longman , Hurst , Rees , Orme , Brown , and Green , Paternoster- Row . 1825 . We know not well in what way to satisfy all our own feelings in reviewing these volumes . The author is a high - born and high- bred gentleman ...
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... vols . London ; Printed for Henry Colburn , New Burlington Street . 1825 . IT so happened that we opened this book with every disposition to be disgusted with it . It had been puffed off in all the newspa- pers as the avowed work of the ...
... vols . London ; Printed for Henry Colburn , New Burlington Street . 1825 . IT so happened that we opened this book with every disposition to be disgusted with it . It had been puffed off in all the newspa- pers as the avowed work of the ...
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... vols . London , 1825. Murray . A Knight , whose career was so brilliant as was that of the Che- valier Bayard , was not likely to descend to the grave without hav- ing his deeds recorded in a separate form , independently of the lustre ...
... vols . London , 1825. Murray . A Knight , whose career was so brilliant as was that of the Che- valier Bayard , was not likely to descend to the grave without hav- ing his deeds recorded in a separate form , independently of the lustre ...
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... vols . London , 1825. H. Colburn . WE hate Collections . The first Collection we remember was as the name of a Book , by means of which we were pummelled into our acquaintance with the English tongue . We cannot forget the Collections ...
... vols . London , 1825. H. Colburn . WE hate Collections . The first Collection we remember was as the name of a Book , by means of which we were pummelled into our acquaintance with the English tongue . We cannot forget the Collections ...
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... vols . 8vo . is expected to appear speedily . Nearly ready for publication , the Diable Diplomat , par un Ancien Ministre . The Operative Mechanic and British Machinist ; exhibiting the actual Construc- tion and Practical Uses of all ...
... vols . 8vo . is expected to appear speedily . Nearly ready for publication , the Diable Diplomat , par un Ancien Ministre . The Operative Mechanic and British Machinist ; exhibiting the actual Construc- tion and Practical Uses of all ...
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Página 444 - Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Página 381 - For softness she, and sweet attractive grace; He for God only, she for God in him: His fair large front and eye sublime declared Absolute rule; and hyacinthine locks Round from his parted forelock manly hung Clustering, but not beneath his shoulders broad...
Página 177 - HENCE, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights, Wherein you spend your folly: There's nought in this life sweet If man were wise to see't, But only melancholy, O sweetest melancholy!
Página 40 - Wisdom's self Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude ; Where, with her best nurse, Contemplation, She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings, That in the various bustle of resort Were all too ruffled, and sometimes impair'd. He that has light within his own clear breast, May sit i...
Página 444 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Página 233 - Lay long in bed, talking with pleasure with my poor wife, how she used to make coal fires, and wash my foul clothes with her own hand for me, poor wretch ! in our little room at my Lord Sandwich's ; for which I ought for ever to love and admire her, and do ; and persuade myself she would do the same thing again, if God should reduce us to it.
Página 120 - I could only apprehend my felicity ; I was too confused to taste it sincerely. I wandered about, thinking I was happy, and knowing that I was not. I was in the condition of a prisoner in the old Bastile, suddenly let loose after a forty years
Página 444 - Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Página 444 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow!
Página 177 - Fountain heads, and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves ! Moonlight walks, when all the fowls Are warmly housed, save bats and owls ! A midnight bell, a parting groan ! These are the sounds we feed upon ; Then stretch our bones in a still gloomy valley ; Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.