The Quarterly Review, Volume 18John Murray, 1818 - English literature |
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... she died in the course of a few months . The death of this lady was celebrated
in an eclogue remarkable as being the joint composition of Pedro de Medina
Medinilla and Lope himself , each speaking in his own character , though under
an ...
... she died in the course of a few months . The death of this lady was celebrated
in an eclogue remarkable as being the joint composition of Pedro de Medina
Medinilla and Lope himself , each speaking in his own character , though under
an ...
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He stood in need of such a feeling to console him for the accumulated miseries
which he endured during its disastrous course . His brother died in bis arms ,
whether from a wound , or from the fatigues and hardships to which he was
exposed ...
He stood in need of such a feeling to console him for the accumulated miseries
which he endured during its disastrous course . His brother died in bis arms ,
whether from a wound , or from the fatigues and hardships to which he was
exposed ...
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The subject is that crusade of which Richard Cour de Lion was the hero ; but as
the Castillians bore a part in it , they , of course , are preferred to the place of
honour by their countryman . . In the first book there is an incident like a very ...
The subject is that crusade of which Richard Cour de Lion was the hero ; but as
the Castillians bore a part in it , they , of course , are preferred to the place of
honour by their countryman . . In the first book there is an incident like a very ...
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... the object being of course immediately and effectually obtained . The muse
Calliope offered as a reward for the best piece on this theme , a silver fountain of
the value of four hundred reals ; for the second , an image of the saint illuminated
...
... the object being of course immediately and effectually obtained . The muse
Calliope offered as a reward for the best piece on this theme , a silver fountain of
the value of four hundred reals ; for the second , an image of the saint illuminated
...
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'Fernando , the hero of the piece , is a young poet richer in genius than in fortune
, very much in love with Dorothea , who is equally in love with him , though it
appears , much to the surprize of the reader , in the course of the story , that she
has ...
'Fernando , the hero of the piece , is a young poet richer in genius than in fortune
, very much in love with Dorothea , who is equally in love with him , though it
appears , much to the surprize of the reader , in the course of the story , that she
has ...
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Page 379 - I thought I saw Elizabeth, in the bloom of health, walking in the streets of Ingolstadt. Delighted and surprised, I embraced her ; but as I imprinted the first kiss on her lips, they became livid with the hue of death ; her features appeared to change, and I thought that I held the corpse of my dead mother in my arms ; a shroud enveloped her form, and I saw the grave-worms crawling in the folds of the flannel.
Page 192 - That it is better that ten guilty persons escape, than that one innocent man should suffer.
Page 378 - His limbs were in proportion and I had selected his features as beautiful. Beautiful!— Great God! His yellow skin scarcely covered the work of muscles and arteries beneath; his hair was of a lustrous black, and flowing; his teeth of a pearly whiteness; but these luxuriances only formed a more horrid contrast with his watery eyes, that seemed almost of the same colour as the dun white sockets in which they were set, his shrivelled complexion and straight black lips.
Page 455 - I have lived 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, and dare not.
Page 192 - I would never convict any person of murder or manslaughter, unless the fact were proved to be done, or at least the body found dead,(/) for the sake of two cases, one mentioned in my lord Coke's PC cap.
Page 379 - I beheld the wretch — the miserable monster whom I had created. He held up the curtain of the bed ; and his eyes, if eyes they may be called, were fixed on me. His jaws opened, and he muttered some inarticulate sounds, while a grin wrinkled his cheeks.
Page 326 - Sleep breathes at last from out thee, My little patient boy ; And balmy rest about thee Smooths off the day's annoy. I sit me down, and think Of all thy winning ways : Yet almost wish, with sudden shrink, That I had less to praise.
Page 459 - Shakespear was no moralist at all : in another, he was the greatest of all moralists. He was a moralist in the same sense in which nature is one. He taught what he had learnt from her. He shewed the greatest knowledge of humanity with the greatest fellow-feeling for it.
Page 327 - His voice — his face — is gone ; " To feel impatient-hearted, Yet feel we must bear on ; Ah, I could not endure To whisper of such woe, Unless I felt this sleep ensure That it will not be so.
Page 379 - Wandering spirits, if indeed ye wander, and do not rest in your narrow beds, allow me this faint happiness, or take me, as your companion, away from the joys of life.
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| Title | The Quarterly Review, Volume 18 |
| Contributors | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, John Murray, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle), George Walter Prothero |
| Publisher | John Murray, 1818 |
| Original from | the University of Michigan |
| Digitized | 13 Jun 2005 |
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