The South Devon literary chronicle1847 |
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... called - of past times , is no longer palatable . Wolcot , we are sorry to say , appears to have been one of these thoughtless wits , who sacrificed his finer and better feelings , that would have procured him a much sounder and a more ...
... called - of past times , is no longer palatable . Wolcot , we are sorry to say , appears to have been one of these thoughtless wits , who sacrificed his finer and better feelings , that would have procured him a much sounder and a more ...
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... called at the coffee house for Mr. Holmes , and so went all together to Mr. Stukeley's , where we supped , and Sir John Norris , Mr. Holmes , Mr. Quass , and I lay all night at Mr. Stukeley's ; and about twelve o'clock at night , an ...
... called at the coffee house for Mr. Holmes , and so went all together to Mr. Stukeley's , where we supped , and Sir John Norris , Mr. Holmes , Mr. Quass , and I lay all night at Mr. Stukeley's ; and about twelve o'clock at night , an ...
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... called into existence by the public establishments , which have been formed since the time of which it treats . Stonehouse , we believe , for we have not any of the ancient records of the neighbourhood at hand to refresh our memory ...
... called into existence by the public establishments , which have been formed since the time of which it treats . Stonehouse , we believe , for we have not any of the ancient records of the neighbourhood at hand to refresh our memory ...
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... called into operation to fill the chasms which any national scheme , even if framed for us mortals by angels themselves , will naturally leave . One of the ways for which this voluntary aid could be demanded , appears to us to have been ...
... called into operation to fill the chasms which any national scheme , even if framed for us mortals by angels themselves , will naturally leave . One of the ways for which this voluntary aid could be demanded , appears to us to have been ...
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... called , and not Lycidas or Thyrsis ; for as yet he could not even read . Nevertheless , he was a day - dreamer and an indulger in reveries , and would remain whole hours leaning against a tree , scanning the horizon with a sort of ...
... called , and not Lycidas or Thyrsis ; for as yet he could not even read . Nevertheless , he was a day - dreamer and an indulger in reveries , and would remain whole hours leaning against a tree , scanning the horizon with a sort of ...
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Page 131 - Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime ? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime...
Page 177 - Before their eyes in sudden -view appear The secrets of the hoary deep, a dark Illimitable ocean without bound, Without dimension; where length, breadth, and highth, And time and place are lost...
Page 131 - Gul in her bloom ; Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit, And the voice of the nightingale never is mute ; Where the tints of the earth, and the hues of the sky, In colour though varied, in beauty may vie...
Page 136 - The golden ripple on the wall came back again, and nothing else stirred in the room. The old, old fashion! The fashion that came in with our first garments, and will last unchanged until our race has run its course, and the wide firmament is rolled up like a scroll. The old, old fashion — Death!
Page 275 - Here Reynolds is laid, and to tell you my mind, He has not left a wiser or better behind : His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand : His manners were gentle, complying, and bland ; Still born to improve us in every part, His pencil our faces, his manners our heart...
Page 177 - Unless the Almighty Maker them ordain His dark materials to create more worlds — Into this wild Abyss the wary Fiend Stood on the brink of Hell and looked a while, Pondering his voyage ; for no narrow frith He had to cross.
Page 133 - But a word from Florence, who was always at his side, restored him to himself; and leaning his poor head upon her breast, he told Floy of his dream, and smiled.
Page 229 - For lo ! the sea that fleets about the land, And like a girdle clips her solid waist, Music and measure both doth understand; For his great crystal eye is always cast Up to the moon, and on her fixed fast; And as she danceth in her pallid sphere, So danceth he about the centre here.
Page 234 - ... would assume the likeness of an animated thing, instinct with life and motion ; how soon it would ruffle, as it were, its swelling plumage ; how quickly it would put forth all its beauty and its bravery, collect its scattered elements of strength, and awaken its dormant thunder. Such as is one of these...
Page 136 - Mamma is like you, Floy. I know her by the face ! But tell them that the print upon the stairs at school is not divine enough. The light about the head is shining on me as I go !" The golden ripple on the wall came back again, and nothing else stTrred in the room.