The National Magazine, Volume 2Abel Stevens, James Floy Carlton & Phillips, 1853 |
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... POOR . Many of those years he is certain to have passed- 64 Under the destiny severe Of Fairfax , and the starry Vere- " in the humble capacity of tutor of lan- guages to their daughters . It was most likely during this period that he ...
... POOR . Many of those years he is certain to have passed- 64 Under the destiny severe Of Fairfax , and the starry Vere- " in the humble capacity of tutor of lan- guages to their daughters . It was most likely during this period that he ...
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... poor , " driven out to " pathless wastes or undiscovered shores ! " Such language from the pen of a Goldsmith , though equally unjust , is in keeping with his general , character ; but when Johnson satirizes the court and government ...
... poor , " driven out to " pathless wastes or undiscovered shores ! " Such language from the pen of a Goldsmith , though equally unjust , is in keeping with his general , character ; but when Johnson satirizes the court and government ...
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... poor apol- ogy for the mansion itself ; above all , for the mind - mansion of a man of genius- " Who ransacks mines and ledges , And quarries every rock , And hews the famous adamant For each eternal block . " ONE SATANIC LITERATURE ...
... poor apol- ogy for the mansion itself ; above all , for the mind - mansion of a man of genius- " Who ransacks mines and ledges , And quarries every rock , And hews the famous adamant For each eternal block . " ONE SATANIC LITERATURE ...
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... poor lieutenant of artillery . He owed his mental development to - that which in every age every great and strong mind has owed it - industry , to solitary and pa- tient vigil , to difficulty and misfortune . True it is , that the ...
... poor lieutenant of artillery . He owed his mental development to - that which in every age every great and strong mind has owed it - industry , to solitary and pa- tient vigil , to difficulty and misfortune . True it is , that the ...
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... poor farmers - peasant - farmers we might call them - who seem to have always abounded in Ireland . He was born in 1670 , in the village of Nobber , Westmeath . The small - pox deprived him of sight at so early an age that he retained ...
... poor farmers - peasant - farmers we might call them - who seem to have always abounded in Ireland . He was born in 1670 , in the village of Nobber , Westmeath . The small - pox deprived him of sight at so early an age that he retained ...
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Page 74 - In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people — ah, the people — They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone, — They are neither man nor woman, They are neither brute nor human: They are Ghouls...
Page 73 - Hear the loud alarum bells— Brazen bells! What a tale of terror, now their turbulency tells! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire...
Page 445 - Now the names of the twelve apostles are these; The first, Simon, who is called Peter, and Andrew his brother, James the son of Zebedee, and John his brother; 3.
Page 445 - Is not this the carpenter's son ? is not his mother called Mary ? and his brethren, James, and Joses, and Simon, and Judas ? And his sisters, are they not all with us ? Whence then hath this man all these things ? And they were offended in him.
Page 84 - As if the natural calamities of life were not sufficient for it, we turn the most indifferent circumstances into misfortunes, and suffer as much from trifling accidents, as from real evils. I have known...
Page 74 - In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire Leaping higher, higher, higher, With a desperate desire, And a resolute endeavor, Now — now to sit or never, By the side of the pale-faced moon. Oh, the bells, bells, bells ! What a tale their terror tells Of despair...
Page 452 - He is wise in heart, and mighty in strength: who hath hardened himself against him, and hath prospered ? Which removeth the mountains, and they know not: which overturneth them in his anger.
Page 341 - When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope...
Page 73 - Hear the sledges with the bells — Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells, From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
Page 341 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope. With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising. Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate: For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.