The Quarterly Review, Volume 19John Murray, 1818 |
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... speak it ) my own grandfather had standing at Wotton , and about that estate , timber that now were worth 100,000l . since of what was left my father ( who was a great pre- server of wood ) there has been 30,000l . worth of timber ...
... speak it ) my own grandfather had standing at Wotton , and about that estate , timber that now were worth 100,000l . since of what was left my father ( who was a great pre- server of wood ) there has been 30,000l . worth of timber ...
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... speak of the delicious shades and stately trees of Ant- werp ! Carnot , in preparing to defend the place , laid what were then its beautiful environs as bare as a desert . The remark which he makes upon the view from the tower of the ...
... speak of the delicious shades and stately trees of Ant- werp ! Carnot , in preparing to defend the place , laid what were then its beautiful environs as bare as a desert . The remark which he makes upon the view from the tower of the ...
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... speaks of as a paradise , and says that he had taken extraordinary delight in its sweet retirements . The Duke of Orleans at that time inhabited the palace , and kept tortoises in great numbers , The Duke would not permit the wolves to ...
... speaks of as a paradise , and says that he had taken extraordinary delight in its sweet retirements . The Duke of Orleans at that time inhabited the palace , and kept tortoises in great numbers , The Duke would not permit the wolves to ...
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... speaks of the magnificent expenditure of the merchants , who , as there was little or no land in which they could invest their property , ex- pended it in marble palaces and costly furniture . He admired their floors of red plaster ...
... speaks of the magnificent expenditure of the merchants , who , as there was little or no land in which they could invest their property , ex- pended it in marble palaces and costly furniture . He admired their floors of red plaster ...
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... speaks of the striking silence of Venice , a city in which there was no rattling of coaches nor trampling of horses , and where nothing disturbed the singing of the nightingales which were kept in every shop : shut- ting your eyes , he ...
... speaks of the striking silence of Venice , a city in which there was no rattling of coaches nor trampling of horses , and where nothing disturbed the singing of the nightingales which were kept in every shop : shut- ting your eyes , he ...
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Page 279 - That in blessing I will bless thee, and in multiplying I will multiply thy seed as the stars of the heaven and as the sand which is upon the...
Page 262 - And the LORD God caused a deep sleep to fall upon Adam, and he slept: and he took one of his ribs, and closed up the flesh instead thereof; and the rib, which the LORD God had taken from man, made he a woman, and brought her unto the man.
Page 206 - Made for our searching : yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon, Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon For simple sheep ; and such are daffodils With the green world they live in...
Page 207 - We have imagined for the mighty dead ; All lovely tales that we have heard or read : An endless fountain of immortal drink, Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink. Nor do we merely feel these essences For one short hour ; no, even as the trees That whisper round a temple become soon Dear as the temple's self, so does the moon, The passion poesy, glories infinite...
Page 127 - This grave scene was fully contrasted by the burlesque Duke of Newcastle. He fell into a fit of crying the moment he came into the chapel, and flung himself back in a stall, the Archbishop hovering over him with a...
Page 222 - The beings of the mind are not of clay ; Essentially immortal, they create And multiply in us a brighter ray And more beloved existence : that which Fate Prohibits to dull life, in this our state Of mortal bondage, by these spirits supplied First exiles, then replaces what we hate ; Watering the heart whose early flowers have died, And with a fresher growth replenishing the void.
Page 303 - And into whatsoever city or town ye shall enter, inquire who in it is worthy; and there abide till ye go thence. And when ye come into an house, salute it. And if the house be worthy, let your peace come upon it: but if it be not worthy, let your peace return to you.
Page 267 - Thou coveredst it with the deep as with a garment; the waters stood above the mountains. At thy rebuke they fled : at the voice of thy thunder they hasted away.
Page 223 - Thou art the garden of the world, the home Of all Art yields, and Nature can decree; Even in thy desert, what is like to thee? Thy very weeds are beautiful, thy waste More rich than other climes' fertility; Thy wreck a glory, and thy ruin graced With an immaculate charm which cannot be defaced.
Page 226 - He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away; He recked not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay: There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday.