The Annual Biography and Obituary for the Year ..., المجلد 8

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Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1824
 

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الصفحة 36 - Hear, Nature, hear ! dear goddess, hear ! Suspend thy purpose, if thou didst intend To make this creature fruitful ! Into her womb convey sterility ! Dry up in her the organs of increase, And from her derogate...
الصفحة 45 - His transport's most impetuous tone, And to each passion of his breast The graces gave their zone. High were the task — too high, Ye conscious bosoms here ! In words to paint your memory Of Kemble and of Lear; But who forgets that white discrowned head, Those bursts of reason's half-extinguish'd glare — Those tears upon Cordelia's bosom shed, In doubt more touching than despair, If 'twas reality he felt?
الصفحة 55 - Let me die the death of the righteous, and let my latter end be like his.
الصفحة 420 - LL.D., Downing Professor of the Laws of England in the University of Cambridge.
الصفحة 198 - Vaccinae, A Disease Discovered in Some of the Western Counties of England. Particularly Gloucestershire, and Known by the Name of the Cow Pox...
الصفحة 35 - I have liv'd long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf: And that which should accompany .old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud, but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, but dare not.
الصفحة 45 - For ill can Poetry express Full many a tone of thought sublime, And Painting, mute and motionless, Steals but a glance of time. But by the mighty actor brought, Illusion's perfect triumphs come, — Verse ceases to be airy thought, And Sculpture to be dumb.
الصفحة 93 - His figure was striking, but not so from grace ; it was tall, and, though extremely thin, his limbs were large and uncouth, and as he stalked along, wrapt in the black garments of his order, there was something terrible in its air ; something almost superhuman.
الصفحة 471 - Kent. Vex not his ghost. O, let him pass! He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.
الصفحة 117 - Our tender plants, how blows the citron grove, What drops the myrrh, and what the balmy reed, How nature paints her colours, how the bee Sits on the bloom extracting liquid sweet.

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