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مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 457 - ' said Lamb, "that were ever paid by the wit of man. Each of them is worth an estate for life — nay, is an immortality. There is that superb one to Lord Cornbury: 'Despise low joys, low gains; Disdain whatever Cornbury disdains; Be virtuous, and be happy for your pains.
الصفحة 196 - I remember an instance : when I published the Plan for my Dictionary, Lord Chesterfield told me that the word great should be pronounced so as to rhyme to state ; and Sir William Yonge sent me word that it should be pronounced so as to rhyme to seat, and that none but an Irishman would pronounce it grait l.
الصفحة 129 - Lord ! how great I used to think anybody just landed at the Christopher ! But here are no boys for me to send for — here I am, like Noah, just returned into his old world again, with all sorts of queer feels about me. By the way, the clock strikes the old cracked sound — I recollect so much, and remember so little...
الصفحة 501 - Pretender was so sweet a Prince that flesh and blood could not resist following him ; and lying down to try the block, he said, ' If I had a thousand lives, I would lay them all down here in the same cause.
الصفحة 52 - You perceive by my date that I am got into a new camp, and have left my tub at Windsor. It is a little play-thinghouse that I got out of Mrs. Chenevix's shop, and is the prettiest bauble you ever saw. It is set in enamelled meadows, with filigree hedges : A small Euphrates through the piece is roll'd, And little finches wave their wings in gold.
الصفحة 501 - ... arm, as if he were giving the signal for battle. He received three blows, but the first certainly took away all sensation. He was not a quarter of an hour on the scaffold ; Lord Kilmarnock above half a one. Balmerino certainly died with the intrepidity of a hero, but with the insensibility of one too. As he walked from his prison to execution, seeing every window and top of house filled with spectators, he cried out, 'Look, look, how they are all piled up like rotten oranges!
الصفحة 500 - Balmerino followed, alone, in a blue coat, turned up with red, (his rebellious regimentals), a flannel waistcoat, and his shroud beneath; their hearses following. They were conducted to a house near the scaffold: the room forwards had benches for spectators, in the second Lord Kilmarnock was put, and in the third backwards Lord Balmerino: all three chambers hung with black. Here they parted! Balmerino embraced the other, and said, "My lord, I wish I could suffer for both!
الصفحة 406 - He exercis'd his troops, the signal given, Flew off at once with his Numidian horse To the south gate, where Marcus holds the watch. I saw, and call'd to stop him, but in vain, He toss'd his arm aloft, and proudly told me He would not stay and perish like Sempronius.
الصفحة 56 - Romanorum," the author of the Mysterious Mother, a tragedy of the highest order, and not a puling love-play. He is the father of the first romance, and of the last tragedy in our language, and surely worthy of a higher place than any living writer, be he who he may.
الصفحة 497 - Heaven ! of woes like ours, And let us, let us weep no more." The dismal scene was o'er and past, The lover's mournful hearse retired The maid drew back her languid head, And, sighing forth his name, expired.