Lives of the illustrious. The Biographical magazine [ed. by J.P. Edwards]. |
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... affections which unite man to man . They have both nurtured and destroyed communities ; and individuals tending towards each other or a common centre they have lured together to ruin or success . Biography has corresponding power for ...
... affections which unite man to man . They have both nurtured and destroyed communities ; and individuals tending towards each other or a common centre they have lured together to ruin or success . Biography has corresponding power for ...
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... affectionate , honest , true - hearted Ger- man folk . His father , stern and severe in demeanour , was fervent in his reli- gious exercises , and warmly attached to his family . His mother was some- what grave and serious , but her man ...
... affectionate , honest , true - hearted Ger- man folk . His father , stern and severe in demeanour , was fervent in his reli- gious exercises , and warmly attached to his family . His mother was some- what grave and serious , but her man ...
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... affections . The love of Man to Woman is less irresistible than the love that binds Intellect to Know- ledge . Schiller stole - but with the greater ardour for the secrecy - to the embraces of his mistress Poetry . Klopstock still ...
... affections . The love of Man to Woman is less irresistible than the love that binds Intellect to Know- ledge . Schiller stole - but with the greater ardour for the secrecy - to the embraces of his mistress Poetry . Klopstock still ...
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... affection , and piety , and joy ; after a youth of hardship and suffering ; -Schiller is at length a free man - a poet , with God's great universe before him . This he is now and hence- forth , to the end of his pilgrimage . " All my ...
... affection , and piety , and joy ; after a youth of hardship and suffering ; -Schiller is at length a free man - a poet , with God's great universe before him . This he is now and hence- forth , to the end of his pilgrimage . " All my ...
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... affection of every true German : and the Count Dalberg perceived that the time had come when he might , at one stroke , second the pretensions of a man whom he still called friend , and give his theatre the advantage of a connection ...
... affection of every true German : and the Count Dalberg perceived that the time had come when he might , at one stroke , second the pretensions of a man whom he still called friend , and give his theatre the advantage of a connection ...
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Abd-el-Kader Admiral afterwards Algiers Andrew Marvell appeared artist Avignon beauty became brought called Cervantes character Charles Christian church Cochlæus commenced Cuvier death Don Quixote eloquence England eyes faith father favour feeling Franklin Pierce French friends frigate gave genius Girondists Goethe hand heart Hemans Hogarth honour human India intellectual Italy king labour lady less letter liberty literary living Lord Lord Ashley Macready ment mind moral Musselburgh Napier nation nature never night noble once party passed passion person picture poem poet poetry political popular present racter Raleigh religious rendered returned Robespierre Rome Rousseau scene Schiller seems sent Sheridan ship Sir Charles Napier slavery soon soul spirit talent things thou thought tion took true truth whole words write young
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Página 109 - LIFE IN LONDON : or, the Day and Night Scenes of Jerry Hawthorn, Esq., and his Elegant Friend, Corinthian Tom.
Página 190 - Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart; Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea: Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free. So didst thou travel on life's common way. In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay.
Página 264 - Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He star'd at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Página 275 - While round the armed bands Did clap their bloody hands ; He nothing common did, or mean, Upon that memorable scene, But with his keener eye The axe's edge did try ; Nor called the gods with vulgar spite To vindicate his helpless right, But bowed his comely head Down, as upon a bed.
Página 255 - Trust in the Lord, and do good; so shalt thou dwell in the land, and verily thou shalt be fed.
Página 196 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Página 270 - BRIGHT star ! would I were steadfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night. And watching, with eternal lids apart. Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores...
Página 184 - I think it shame to covenant with any knowing reader that for some few years yet I may go on trust with him toward the payment of what I am now indebted, as being a work not to be raised from the heat of youth or the vapours of wine, like that which flows at waste from the pen of some vulgar amorist or the trencher fury of a rhyming parasite...
Página 196 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine: But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Página 168 - O'er each fair sleeping brow ; She had each folded flower in sight, — Where are those dreamers now ? One, 'midst the forests of the West, By a dark stream is laid, — The Indian knows his place of rest, Far in the cedar shade. The sea, the blue, lone sea, hath one, He lies where pearls lie deep, — He was the loved of all, yet none O'er his low bed may weep.