Murray's Magazine, Volume 7John Murray, 1890 - English literature |
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Page 54
... Anne , there was no protection for literary property . Addison described the printers and publishers of his time as " a set of wretches we authors call pirates , who print any book , poem , or sermon , so soon as it appears in the world ...
... Anne , there was no protection for literary property . Addison described the printers and publishers of his time as " a set of wretches we authors call pirates , who print any book , poem , or sermon , so soon as it appears in the world ...
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... . Before then , distinguished literary men had been promoted to high offices , especially in the reign of Queen Anne . Thus Addison , after the appearance of his papers in the Tatler and Spectator , was appointed Authors and Publishers .
... . Before then , distinguished literary men had been promoted to high offices , especially in the reign of Queen Anne . Thus Addison , after the appearance of his papers in the Tatler and Spectator , was appointed Authors and Publishers .
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... Anne Blake , as she stood under the striped awning on the balcony , leaning on the creeper , and ruthlessly crushing its delicate stems with her round firm arms . Behind the muslin curtains , inside the hot drawing - room , were Aunt ...
... Anne Blake , as she stood under the striped awning on the balcony , leaning on the creeper , and ruthlessly crushing its delicate stems with her round firm arms . Behind the muslin curtains , inside the hot drawing - room , were Aunt ...
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... Anne , but how to tell Jane that judiciously without making her angry Emma could not imagine . Much of the wasted energy of her monotonous life was centred in a deep love for her niece , who , fourteen years ago , when her parents died ...
... Anne , but how to tell Jane that judiciously without making her angry Emma could not imagine . Much of the wasted energy of her monotonous life was centred in a deep love for her niece , who , fourteen years ago , when her parents died ...
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... Anne's ears as she stood on the hot balcony , gazing discontentedly down the dusty street . " Just like Aunt Jane , " she thought ; " what a shame it is that I always have to stand alone like this with every one against me ; for though ...
... Anne's ears as she stood on the hot balcony , gazing discontentedly down the dusty street . " Just like Aunt Jane , " she thought ; " what a shame it is that I always have to stand alone like this with every one against me ; for though ...
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Page 210 - Is not a patron, my Lord, one who looks with unconcern on a man struggling for life in the water," and when he has reached ground, encumbers him with help ? The notice which you have been pleased to take of my labours, had it been early, had been kind ; but it has been delayed till I am indifferent, and cannot enjoy it ; till I am solitary, and cannot impart it ; till I am known, and do not want it.
Page 209 - Seven years, My Lord, have now passed since I waited in your outward rooms or was repulsed from your door, during which time I have been pushing on my work through difficulties of which it is useless to complain, and have brought it at last to the verge of publication without one act of assistance, one word of encouragement, or one smile of favour.
Page 820 - Oh, to be in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the brush-wood sheaf Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf, While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough In England — now...
Page 660 - Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new ; That which they have done but earnest of the things that they shall do...
Page 308 - Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report ; if there be any virtue, if there be any praise, think on these things.
Page 300 - ... of equalling with them any other of their contemporaries; — either Coleridge, poet and philosopher wrecked in a mist of opium; or Shelley, beautiful and ineffectual angel, beating in the void his luminous wings in vain. Wordsworth and Byron stand out by themselves. When the year 1900 is turned, and our nation comes to recount her poetic glories in the century which has then just ended, the first names with her will be these.
Page 208 - ... nothing will supply the want of prudence; and that negligence and irregularity, long continued, will make knowledge useless, wit ridiculous, and genius contemptible.
Page 291 - Who could resist the charm of that spiritual apparition, gliding in the dim afternoon light through the aisles of St. Mary's, rising into the pulpit, and then, in the most entrancing of voices, breaking the silence with words and thoughts which were a religious music, - subtle, sweet, mournful?
Page 305 - Far, far from here, The Adriatic breaks in a warm bay Among the green Illyrian hills ; and there The sunshine in the happy glens is fair, And by the sea, and in the brakes. The grass is cool, the sea-side air Buoyant and fresh, the mountain flowers More virginal and sweet than ours.
Page 284 - One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, Never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, Sleep to wake.