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... purest writer in the English language , the Editor employs this very happy and humorous word to designate that luck- less wight , the conductor of a Literary Journal . In addition to all this sort of lore , for THE PORT FOLIO, ...
... purest writer in the English language , the Editor employs this very happy and humorous word to designate that luck- less wight , the conductor of a Literary Journal . In addition to all this sort of lore , for THE PORT FOLIO, ...
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... language while yet a child , and evinced very early a strong attachment to books . On his father's removal to New - York , when John was only nine years old , he enjoyed new opportunities of improvement , under several respectable ...
... language while yet a child , and evinced very early a strong attachment to books . On his father's removal to New - York , when John was only nine years old , he enjoyed new opportunities of improvement , under several respectable ...
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... language of the science was discord , and its methods the perfection of confusion to me ; and this , whether a fault in me or not , I cannot tell , but certain I am it was past reme- dy . But my aversion to the bar had something else in ...
... language of the science was discord , and its methods the perfection of confusion to me ; and this , whether a fault in me or not , I cannot tell , but certain I am it was past reme- dy . But my aversion to the bar had something else in ...
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... language is at- tained ; and the splendid scene concludes with a view of a general Congress from all nations assembled to establish the political har- mony of mankind . Such is the plot which Mr. B. proudly asserts to be the best ...
... language is at- tained ; and the splendid scene concludes with a view of a general Congress from all nations assembled to establish the political har- mony of mankind . Such is the plot which Mr. B. proudly asserts to be the best ...
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... language . The first misdemeanor in this way is of New- England origin ; we mean the using neuter verbs as actives , and vice versa . Thus " Nature broods the mass , " for broods over ; Columbus " sweats the cold earth , " for sweats ...
... language . The first misdemeanor in this way is of New- England origin ; we mean the using neuter verbs as actives , and vice versa . Thus " Nature broods the mass , " for broods over ; Columbus " sweats the cold earth , " for sweats ...
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Página 112 - The bell strikes one. We take no note of time, But from its loss. To give it then a tongue, Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the knell of my departed hours: Where are they?
Página 509 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty, thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair; thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Página 264 - My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man, that function Is smother'd in surmise : and nothing is, But what is not.
Página 138 - For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires: The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
Página 238 - To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue) A curse shall light upon the limbs of men; Domestic fury and fierce civil strife Shall cumber all the parts of Italy...
Página 379 - My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For, lo, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone ; The flowers appear on the earth ; The time of the singing of birds is come, And the voice of the turtle is heard in our land ; The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, And the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Página 264 - Cannot be ill, cannot be good : — if ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature...
Página 256 - Nor will I quit thy shore A second time; for still I seem To love thee more and more.
Página 106 - Did Michael Cassio, when you woo'd my lady, Know of your love ? Oth.
Página 113 - A worm ! a God ! — I tremble at myself, And in myself am lost. At home -a, stranger, Thought wanders up and down, surprised, aghast, And wondering at her own. How Reason reels ! O what a miracle to man is man ! Triumphantly distress'd ! what joy!