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At the strong radiance of their beamy arms , At the fierce splendour of the falchion
blade , With looks averted , in alarms , Sball turn at once their eyes and backs for
flight , Like clouds before the deity of day ; Or even like yielding wax dissolve ...
At the strong radiance of their beamy arms , At the fierce splendour of the falchion
blade , With looks averted , in alarms , Sball turn at once their eyes and backs for
flight , Like clouds before the deity of day ; Or even like yielding wax dissolve ...
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... And wept thy follies in my wisest strains : Sad sport of time when under thy
controul , So wild was grown my wit , so blind my soul . B 2 . But 2 . • But from the
yoke which once my 1817 . Lord Holland ' s Life and Writings of Lope de Vega .
19.
... And wept thy follies in my wisest strains : Sad sport of time when under thy
controul , So wild was grown my wit , so blind my soul . B 2 . But 2 . • But from the
yoke which once my 1817 . Lord Holland ' s Life and Writings of Lope de Vega .
19.
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But from the yoke which once my courage tam ' d 1 , undeceived , at length have
slipp ' d my head , And in that sun whose rays my soul enfiam ' d , What scraps I
rescued at my ease I spread . So shall I altars to Indifference * raise , And chaunt
...
But from the yoke which once my courage tam ' d 1 , undeceived , at length have
slipp ' d my head , And in that sun whose rays my soul enfiam ' d , What scraps I
rescued at my ease I spread . So shall I altars to Indifference * raise , And chaunt
...
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O once the Catholic and powerful Isle When better years were thine , Blest both
by Mars , and by Minerva ' s smile , Faith ' s temple then , now Heresy ' s foul
shrine ; O once illustrious for thine Arthur ' s name , Thine Edwards and thy
Henries ...
O once the Catholic and powerful Isle When better years were thine , Blest both
by Mars , and by Minerva ' s smile , Faith ' s temple then , now Heresy ' s foul
shrine ; O once illustrious for thine Arthur ' s name , Thine Edwards and thy
Henries ...
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... they deserved , and Isidro had the whole credit of the cure . Such a cure at
once established his reputation ; it did not become his Catholic Majesty to be
ungrateful ; Isidro had done much for him , and happily it was still in his power to
do ...
... they deserved , and Isidro had the whole credit of the cure . Such a cure at
once established his reputation ; it did not become his Catholic Majesty to be
ungrateful ; Isidro had done much for him , and happily it was still in his power to
do ...
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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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