Bolster's Quarterly Magazine. ..., Volumen1John Bolster, Patrick-street, Cork. R. Milliken, Dublin. And Longman, London., 1828 |
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... expression . Have you no comment to make , Geraldine ? ' I asked , I have nothing to say , ' she an- swered pointedly , " truly the gods did not make me poetical ! " Beppo comes next , does it not , she asked , with one of her ...
... expression . Have you no comment to make , Geraldine ? ' I asked , I have nothing to say , ' she an- swered pointedly , " truly the gods did not make me poetical ! " Beppo comes next , does it not , she asked , with one of her ...
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... expressions of hostility vented at such times by our unreflecting populace , or rather uttered in their name by a host of hireling scribblers , who pretend to speak the sentiments of the people ; it is certain , that the well educated ...
... expressions of hostility vented at such times by our unreflecting populace , or rather uttered in their name by a host of hireling scribblers , who pretend to speak the sentiments of the people ; it is certain , that the well educated ...
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... expression to their feelings in the language of despair and blas- phemy , we have groups of pensive spirits singing the ' ugnus Dei ' and salve regina , ' and looking with fond anticipation towards those blissful re- gions , where the ...
... expression to their feelings in the language of despair and blas- phemy , we have groups of pensive spirits singing the ' ugnus Dei ' and salve regina , ' and looking with fond anticipation towards those blissful re- gions , where the ...
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... expression of surprise , but the in- stant he caught the dark stern visage of the traveller , bronzed by the ruddy light of the forge , the blood fled from his cheek , and , with a half smothered cry of horror , he dropped the money on ...
... expression of surprise , but the in- stant he caught the dark stern visage of the traveller , bronzed by the ruddy light of the forge , the blood fled from his cheek , and , with a half smothered cry of horror , he dropped the money on ...
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... expression I have already noticed . The wretched smith hid his face with his hands , nor did he stir until the sound of the horse - tramp , as it rang bollowly on the frosty ground , assured him that the stranger was gone . He watched ...
... expression I have already noticed . The wretched smith hid his face with his hands , nor did he stir until the sound of the horse - tramp , as it rang bollowly on the frosty ground , assured him that the stranger was gone . He watched ...
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Página 125 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves ; And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him, When he comes back...
Página 126 - twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war : to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt : the strong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake ; and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar : graves, at my command, Have waked their sleepers; oped, and let them forth By my so potent art...
Página 125 - And mine shall. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions ? and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply, Passion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art ? Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the quick. Yet, with my nobler reason, 'gainst my fury Do I take part : the rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance...
Página 85 - If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that.
Página 115 - A quibble, poor and barren as it is, gave him such delight, that he was content to purchase it by the sacrifice of reason, propriety, and truth. A quibble was to him the fatal Cleopatra for which he lost the world, and was content to lose it.
Página 114 - In tragedy his performance seems constantly to be worse as his labour is more. The effusions of passion which exigence forces out are for the most part striking and energetic, but whenever he solicits his invention or strains his faculties, the offspring of his throes is tumour, meanness, tediousness, and obscurity...
Página 121 - This music crept by me upon the waters, Allaying both their fury and my passion With its sweet air : thence I have follow'd it, Or it hath drawn me rather.
Página 123 - ... makes no just distribution of good or evil, nor is always careful to show in the virtuous a disapprobation of the wicked; he carries his persons indifferently through right and wrong and at the close dismisses them without further care and leaves their examples to operate by chance.
Página 118 - Some heavenly music, (which even now I do,) To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.
Página 125 - By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites; and you whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew...