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Richard Bentley, 1863
 

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Página 321 - O CALEDONIA ! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood, Land of my sires, what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band That knits me to thy rugged strand...
Página 168 - I hate when vice can bolt her arguments, And virtue has no tongue to check her pride. Impostor ! do not charge most innocent nature As if she would her children should be riotous With her abundance ; she, good...
Página 468 - I am this day fourscore years old: and can I discern between good and evil? can thy servant taste what I eat or what I drink? can I hear any more the voice of singing men and singing women? wherefore then should thy servant be yet a burden unto my lord the king?
Página 19 - It certainly has some beautiful poetry, but it strikes me that the plot is very lame, and the characters very, very ill-sustained in general, but more particularly the lady, for whom the author had me in his eye. This woman is one of those monsters (I think them) of perfection, who is an angel before her time, and is so entirely resigned to the will of heaven, that (to a very mortal like myself) she appears to be the most provoking piece of still life one ever had the misfortune to meet. Her struggles...
Página 346 - Practical Piety, or the Influence of the Religion of the Heart on the Conduct of Life," two volumes, 1811 ; "Christian Morals," two volumes, 1812 ; "Essay on the Character and Writings of St.
Página 364 - He ceased, and next him Moloch, sceptered king, Stood up, the strongest and the fiercest Spirit That fought in heav'n, now fiercer by despair. His trust was with th' Eternal to be deemed Equal in strength, and rather than be less Cared not to be at all; with that care lost Went all his fear: of God, or hell, or worse He recked not, and these words thereafter spake: 'My sentence is for open war.
Página 148 - These things the bishops themselves write me with the strongest expressions of affection to me, and of contempt and abhorrence of the author of these calumnies. The calumnies, however, are of too dreadful a nature to be borne...
Página 236 - Now from that graceful form and beaming face, Insatiate worms the lingering likeness chase ; But thy pure spirit fled, from pains and fears, To sinless, — changeless, — everlasting spheres. Sleep, then, pale mortal frame, in yon low shrine, ' Till angels wake thee with a note like thine !
Página 98 - She was, if possible, greater than ever, and I was very glad to observe her plumpness and healthier looks since I saw her in Lady Macbeth this time three years. She sent me a thrice kind billet after the first act: a more welcome one I have seldom received, for I love, as well as admire her infinitely. I called at her door next morn, but it was the day of her leaving Birmingham, which made it impossible she should have leisure to see any person: so I left my billet of acknowledgment for her gratifying...
Página 92 - Enlarg'd it spreads around : See, in the midst she takes her stand, Where one old oak his awful shade Extends o'er half the level mead Inclos'd in woods profound.

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