The Quarterly Review, Volume 49William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) John Murray, 1833 - English literature |
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... things , or lay them by for a time , and bend all their endeavours to make the king rich ! For it gives me no satisfaction , who am but a looker on , to see a rich commonwealth , a rich people , and the crown poor . God direct them to ...
... things , or lay them by for a time , and bend all their endeavours to make the king rich ! For it gives me no satisfaction , who am but a looker on , to see a rich commonwealth , a rich people , and the crown poor . God direct them to ...
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... glories of our mortal state Are shadows , not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre Sceptre and crown Must tumble down , And in the Life and Writings of James Shirley . 11.
... glories of our mortal state Are shadows , not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre Sceptre and crown Must tumble down , And in the Life and Writings of James Shirley . 11.
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... things As poverty hath made us , that I must Conclude you sent from heaven . Fer . Oh , do not flatter Thyself , poor Felisarda ; I am mortal ; The life I bear about me is not mine , But borrow'd to come to thee once again , And , ere I ...
... things As poverty hath made us , that I must Conclude you sent from heaven . Fer . Oh , do not flatter Thyself , poor Felisarda ; I am mortal ; The life I bear about me is not mine , But borrow'd to come to thee once again , And , ere I ...
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... things , Wherein it doth concern your love and honour To see me satisfied . Born . In what , Aretina , Dost thou accuse me ? Have I not obey'd All thy desires ? against mine own opinion Quitted the country , and removed the hope Of our ...
... things , Wherein it doth concern your love and honour To see me satisfied . Born . In what , Aretina , Dost thou accuse me ? Have I not obey'd All thy desires ? against mine own opinion Quitted the country , and removed the hope Of our ...
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... things were ; and , without discrediting this anecdote of M. Le Vasseur's early life , we will only add , that when any of our own Buxtons or Lushingtons can give anything like as good proof of their sincerity , we will admit their ...
... things were ; and , without discrediting this anecdote of M. Le Vasseur's early life , we will only add , that when any of our own Buxtons or Lushingtons can give anything like as good proof of their sincerity , we will admit their ...
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Page 12 - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against Fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Page 12 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow; Then boast no more your mighty deeds! Upon Death's purple altar now See where the victor-victim bleeds. Your heads must come To the cold tomb: Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom...
Page 193 - O let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven ! Keep me in temper ; I would not be mad ! — Enter Gentleman.
Page 197 - Methinks I should know you, and know this man; Yet I am doubtful; for I am mainly ignorant What place this is; and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For (as I am a man) I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
Page 197 - And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no, no life! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more, Never, never, never, never, never!
Page 194 - But I will punish home: No, I will weep no more. In such a night To shut me out! Pour on; I will endure. In such a night as this! O Regan, Goneril! Your old kind father, whose frank heart gave all O, that way madness lies; let me shun that; No more of that.
Page 351 - Who is like unto thee, O Lord, among the gods? who is like thee, glorious in holiness, fearful in praises, doing wonders?
Page 194 - Thou'dst meet the bear i' the mouth. When the mind's free The body's delicate; the tempest in my mind Doth from my senses take all feeling else Save what beats there.
Page 460 - Soli eravamo e senza alcun sospetto. Per più fiate gli occhi ci sospinse Quella lettura, e scolorocci il viso; Ma solo un punto fu quel che ci vinse. Quando leggemmo il disiato riso Esser baciato da cotanto amante, Questi, che mai da me non fia diviso, La bocca mi baciò tutto tremante. Galeotto fu il libro e chi lo scrisse: Quel giorno più non vi leggemmo avante.
Page 81 - By some strange chance we have never seen his first publication, which, if it at all resembles its younger brother, must be by this time so popular that any notice of it on our part would seem idle and presumptuous; but we gladly seize this opportunity of repairing an unintentional neglect, and of introducing to the admiration of our more sequestered readers a new prodigy of genius — another and a brighter star of that galaxy or milky way of poetry of which the lamented Keats was the harbinger;...