The Quarterly Review, المجلد 161

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William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, Sir John Murray IV, William Smith, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle)
John Murray, 1885
 

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الصفحة 55 - How small of all that human hearts endure, That part which laws or kings can cause or cure.
الصفحة 296 - And Aaron shall cast lots upon the two goats; one lot for the Lord, and the other lot for the scapegoat.
الصفحة 238 - ... seas for any term not exceeding fourteen years nor less than seven years, or to be imprisoned and kept to hard labour for any term not exceeding three years ; and in Scotland any persons so offending shall be liable to be punished in like manner.
الصفحة 143 - Good-night to the Season! the dances, The fillings of hot little rooms, The glancings of rapturous glances, The fancyings of fancy costumes; The pleasures which fashion makes duties, The praisings of fiddles and flutes, The luxury of looking at beauties, The tedium of talking to mutes; The female diplomatists, planners Of matches for Laura and Jane, The ice of her Ladyship's manners, The ice of his Lordship's champagne.
الصفحة 271 - I must get others ; but what is obtained is ' — and here he used most remarkable words — ' that the conspiracy which has been used to get up boycotting and outrages, will now be used to put them down...
الصفحة 303 - ... saith the LORD of hosts- According to the word that I covenanted with you, when ye came out of Egypt, so my spirit remaineth among you, fear ye not. For thus saith the LORD of hosts, yet once, it is a little while, and I will shake the heavens, and the earth, and the sea, and the dry land. And I will shake all nations, and the Desire of all nations shall come, and I will fill this house with glory, saith the LORD of hosts, the silver is mine, and the gold is mine, saith the LORD of hosts.
الصفحة 336 - Had fed the feeling of their masters' thoughts, And every sweetness that inspired their hearts, Their minds, and muses on admired themes ; If all the heavenly quintessence they still From their immortal flowers of poesy, Wherein, as in a mirror, we perceive The highest reaches of a human wit ; If these had made one poem's period, And all combined in beauty's worthiness, Yet should there hover in their restless heads One thought, one grace, one wonder, at the least, Which into words no virtue can...
الصفحة 379 - Gentlemen, we hope you'll pardon this naked tragedy, Wherein no filed points are foisted in To make it gracious to the ear or eye; For simple truth is gracious enough, And needs no other points of glosing stuff.
الصفحة 361 - From jigging veins of rhyming mother wits And such conceits as clownage keeps in pay, We'll lead you to the stately tent of war Where you shall hear the Scythian Tamburlaine Threatening the world with high astounding terms And scourging kingdoms with his conquering sword.
الصفحة 407 - A man who is born into a world already possessed, if he cannot get subsistence from his parents on whom he has a just demand, and if the society do not want his labour, has no claim of right to the smallest portion of food, and, in fact, has no business to be where he is. At nature's mighty feast there is no vacant cover for him. She tells him to be gone, and will quickly execute her own orders, if he do not work upon the compassion of some of her guests.

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