The Liberal: Verse and Prose from the South, Zväzky 1–2John Hunt, 1822 |
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Výsledky 1 - 5 z 51.
Strana 43
... feel for you and for your repu- tation ; my heart bleeds for both ; and I do ask you , whether or not such language does not come positively under the description of " the puff collusive , " for which MY GRANDMOTHER'S REVIEW . 43.
... feel for you and for your repu- tation ; my heart bleeds for both ; and I do ask you , whether or not such language does not come positively under the description of " the puff collusive , " for which MY GRANDMOTHER'S REVIEW . 43.
Strana 44
... feel yourself " at liberty to suppose it not Lord B.'s 66 66 composition . " Why did you ever suppose that it was ? I approve of your indignation - I applaud it - I feel as angry as you can ; but perhaps your virtuous wrath carries you ...
... feel yourself " at liberty to suppose it not Lord B.'s 66 66 composition . " Why did you ever suppose that it was ? I approve of your indignation - I applaud it - I feel as angry as you can ; but perhaps your virtuous wrath carries you ...
Strana 59
... feel himself in contact with , the consciousness of kneeling with her in the presence of him whom tender hearts implore for pity on their infirmities , all rendered him intensely sensible of his situation . By a strong effort , he ...
... feel himself in contact with , the consciousness of kneeling with her in the presence of him whom tender hearts implore for pity on their infirmities , all rendered him intensely sensible of his situation . By a strong effort , he ...
Strana 68
... feel a graver and happier sensation than levity resume its place in one's thoughts ! Ippolito went up to Dianora . She was still looking out of the window , her eyes fixed upon the blue mountains in the distance , but conscious of ...
... feel a graver and happier sensation than levity resume its place in one's thoughts ! Ippolito went up to Dianora . She was still looking out of the window , her eyes fixed upon the blue mountains in the distance , but conscious of ...
Strana 100
... feel what a true thing is that which is called ideal . The first novelty that strikes you , after your dreams and matter - of - fact have recovered from the surprise of their in- troduction to one another , is the singular fairness and ...
... feel what a true thing is that which is called ideal . The first novelty that strikes you , after your dreams and matter - of - fact have recovered from the surprise of their in- troduction to one another , is the singular fairness and ...
Časté výrazy a frázy
Aholibamah Ali Pacha Anah angels aunt Bardi Baubo beautiful better blood Buondelmonti called Cincolo Cloridan Corradino Creditor cried Dante dare dear death devil Dianora earth eternal eyes face father Faust fear feel Gegia Genoa Genoese Ghibelline Giuli Giuli Tre give Graces hand hath head hear heard heart heaven honour human immortal Ippolito Irad Italian Italy Japh king ladies less light living look Lord Lostendardo lovers Manfred marble Medoro Meph Messer mind modesty Monte Aperto moral nature never night Noah o'er Pacha passion perhaps person Pisa poet poor Prince reader Ricciardo Saint Saint Peter Sathan Scotch seemed Seraph shew side sight son of Noah soul speak spirit stars Suliotes Swabia sweet thee thine thing thou thought true Turks turn Tuscany twas virtue voice window words young youth
Populárne pasáže
Strana 86 - Cesario; it is old and plain: The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Strana 117 - Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita Mi ritrovai per una selva oscura, Chè la diritta via era smarrita.
Strana 163 - AND it came to pass, when men began to multiply on the face of the earth, and daughters were born unto them, that the sons of God saw the daughters of men that they were fair; and they took them wives of all which they chose.
Strana 395 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright; I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how? — To thy chamber window, sweet ! The wandering airs, they faint On the dark, the silent stream — The champak odors fail Like sweet thoughts in a dream; The nightingale's complaint, It dies upon her heart, As I must die on thine, O, beloved as thou art!
Strana 47 - Than wood-nymph, or the fairest goddess feign'd Of three that in mount Ida naked strove, Stood to entertain her guest from heaven ; no veil She needed, virtue-proof; no thought infirm Alter'd her cheek.
Strana 395 - O, lift me from the grass! I die, I faint, I fail! Let thy love in kisses rain On my lips and eyelids pale. My cheek is cold and white, alas ! My heart beats loud and fast: Oh! press it close to thine again, Where it will break at last ! Very few, perhaps, are familiar with these lines — yet no less a poet than Shelley is their author.
Strana 24 - ... even beyond my hopes. I returned home well satisfied. The sun that was still labouring pale and wan through the sky, obscured by thick mists, seemed an emblem of the good cause; and the cold dank drops of dew that hung half melted on the beard of the thistle, had something genial and refreshing in them; for there was a spirit of hope and youth in all nature, that turned every thing into good.
Strana 18 - He ever warr'd with freedom and the free : " Nations as men, home subjects, foreign foes, " So that they utter'd the word ' Liberty !' " Found George the Third their first opponent. Whose " History was ever stain'd as his will be " With national and individual woes ? " I grant his household abstinence ; I grant " His neutral virtues, which most monarchs want ; XLVI.
Strana 38 - There was a severe, worn pressure of thought about his temples, a fire in his eye (as if he saw something in objects more than the outward appearance...
Strana 3 - SAINT Peter sat by the celestial gate, His keys were rusty, and the lock was dull, So little trouble had been given of late ; Not that the place by any means was full, But since the Gallic era " eighty-eight," The devils had ta'en a longer, stronger pull, And "a pull altogether," as they say At sea— which drew most souls another way.