The National Review, Volume 6Richard Holt Hutton, Walter Bagehot Robert Theobald, 1858 - Books |
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... speaking of matters of which every Briton has reason to be proud , and which no other race , we believe in our hearts , could have rivalled . Taken by surprise , caught at disadvantage , over - matched a hundredfold in numbers , called ...
... speaking of matters of which every Briton has reason to be proud , and which no other race , we believe in our hearts , could have rivalled . Taken by surprise , caught at disadvantage , over - matched a hundredfold in numbers , called ...
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... speak little of the history of the revolt ; indeed we shall dwell but little on any portion of the past ; and , if we can help it , we shall not preach or moralise at all . We shall not attempt , as some have done , to connect our late ...
... speak little of the history of the revolt ; indeed we shall dwell but little on any portion of the past ; and , if we can help it , we shall not preach or moralise at all . We shall not attempt , as some have done , to connect our late ...
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... speak plainly on this subject . Nations may be spiritually and intellectually elevated out of heathenism and savage ignorant atheism ; but in general only by the slowest and most circuitous process can one elaborate form of religion be ...
... speak plainly on this subject . Nations may be spiritually and intellectually elevated out of heathenism and savage ignorant atheism ; but in general only by the slowest and most circuitous process can one elaborate form of religion be ...
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... point on which they are speaking , and the precise object which they have in view . Sometimes , in reading George Sand , we might fancy that she had shaped out a definite system of life and morals for herself 38 George Sand .
... point on which they are speaking , and the precise object which they have in view . Sometimes , in reading George Sand , we might fancy that she had shaped out a definite system of life and morals for herself 38 George Sand .
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... speak ill of the man whose name she bears ; and she narrates the incidents of their courtship with an animation and tender- ness which show that she married by her own free choice : she acknowledges that her husband's tastes did not ...
... speak ill of the man whose name she bears ; and she narrates the incidents of their courtship with an animation and tender- ness which show that she married by her own free choice : she acknowledges that her husband's tastes did not ...
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Page 192 - I have of late— but wherefore I know not— lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Page 141 - QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright.
Page 123 - Triumph, my Britain ! thou hast one to show, To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe. He was not of an age, but for all time...
Page 192 - What a piece of work is man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel ! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? man delights not me; no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.
Page 124 - Yet must I not give nature all; thy art, My gentle Shakespeare, must enjoy a part ; For though the poet's matter nature be, His art doth give the fashion : and, that he Who casts to write a living line, must sweat, (Such as thine are) and strike the second heat Upon the Muses...
Page 124 - Sweet Swan of Avon ! what a sight it were To see thee in our waters yet appear, And make those flights upon the banks of Thames, That so did take Eliza, and our James ! But stay ! I see thee in the hemisphere Advanced, and made a constellation there ! Shine forth, thou Star of poets, and with rage, Or influence, chide, or cheer the drooping stage, Which, since thy flight from hence, hath mourn'd like night, And despairs day, but for thy volume's light.
Page 455 - Dark but not awful, dismal but yet mean, With anxious bustle moves the cumbrous scene; Presents no objects tender or profound, But spreads its cold unmeaning gloom around.
Page 340 - I have been called to a holy office by the Lord himself, who most graciously manifested himself in person to me, his servant, in the year 1743 ; when he opened my sight to the view of the spiritual world, and granted me the privilege of conversing with spirits and angels which I enjoy to this day.
Page 464 - Mother of this unfathomable world ! Favour my solemn song, for I have loved Thee ever, and thee only ; I have watched Thy shadow, and the darkness of thy steps, And my heart ever gazes on the depth Of thy deep mysteries.