Bolster's Quarterly Magazine. ..., المجلد 1John Bolster, Patrick-street, Cork. R. Milliken, Dublin. And Longman, London., 1828 |
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... feeling conscious , that idleness and intemperance should have power to sink them lower in the scale of society , ( a truth which they seem at present practically to deny ) they would become sober and cautious , and would gradually ...
... feeling conscious , that idleness and intemperance should have power to sink them lower in the scale of society , ( a truth which they seem at present practically to deny ) they would become sober and cautious , and would gradually ...
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... feel confident , that in thus entrusting the proofs of this valuable disco- very to your care , to be laid before the Lords of the Admiralty , I am committing them to the hands of a gentleman , who is actuated no less by principles of ...
... feel confident , that in thus entrusting the proofs of this valuable disco- very to your care , to be laid before the Lords of the Admiralty , I am committing them to the hands of a gentleman , who is actuated no less by principles of ...
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... feeling , not of fear , but awe Mingled with longing , steals into my soul . -A captive from my childhood , I have been Chained in the fetters of mortality , Passions , and hopes , and fears , and earthly longings ; And I have struggled ...
... feeling , not of fear , but awe Mingled with longing , steals into my soul . -A captive from my childhood , I have been Chained in the fetters of mortality , Passions , and hopes , and fears , and earthly longings ; And I have struggled ...
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... feel that clasp After the lapse of years , I feel it still ; -And then she turned her gentle eyes to mine , And her lips moved , as tho ' they syllabled The words they might not unter , for the voice The sweet low voice I had so loved ...
... feel that clasp After the lapse of years , I feel it still ; -And then she turned her gentle eyes to mine , And her lips moved , as tho ' they syllabled The words they might not unter , for the voice The sweet low voice I had so loved ...
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... feel obliged by your inserting a portion of " The posthu- mous letters of AMY GREY , " in your Magazine . They were written by a dear and valued friend , who during her life - time shrunk from appearing before the world , but in her ...
... feel obliged by your inserting a portion of " The posthu- mous letters of AMY GREY , " in your Magazine . They were written by a dear and valued friend , who during her life - time shrunk from appearing before the world , but in her ...
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الصفحة 125 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves ; And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him, When he comes back...
الصفحة 126 - twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war : to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt : the strong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake ; and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar : graves, at my command, Have waked their sleepers; oped, and let them forth By my so potent art...
الصفحة 125 - And mine shall. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions ? and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply, Passion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art ? Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the quick. Yet, with my nobler reason, 'gainst my fury Do I take part : the rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance...
الصفحة 85 - If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that.
الصفحة 115 - A quibble, poor and barren as it is, gave him such delight, that he was content to purchase it by the sacrifice of reason, propriety, and truth. A quibble was to him the fatal Cleopatra for which he lost the world, and was content to lose it.
الصفحة 114 - In tragedy his performance seems constantly to be worse as his labour is more. The effusions of passion which exigence forces out are for the most part striking and energetic, but whenever he solicits his invention or strains his faculties, the offspring of his throes is tumour, meanness, tediousness, and obscurity...
الصفحة 121 - This music crept by me upon the waters, Allaying both their fury and my passion With its sweet air : thence I have follow'd it, Or it hath drawn me rather.
الصفحة 123 - ... makes no just distribution of good or evil, nor is always careful to show in the virtuous a disapprobation of the wicked; he carries his persons indifferently through right and wrong and at the close dismisses them without further care and leaves their examples to operate by chance.
الصفحة 118 - Some heavenly music, (which even now I do,) To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.
الصفحة 125 - By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites; and you whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew...