Lives of the illustrious. The Biographical magazine [ed. by J.P. Edwards]. |
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... interest which the work at once excited drew attention to the author . This popularity , how- ever dazzling , was not favourable to Schiller's immediate interests . The aversion on the one hand , was as great as the admiration on the ...
... interest which the work at once excited drew attention to the author . This popularity , how- ever dazzling , was not favourable to Schiller's immediate interests . The aversion on the one hand , was as great as the admiration on the ...
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... interest , and draw near the final close . Those passages are interesting to us more , perhaps , from their own nature than from their forming part of our poet's biography . Schiller's scholarship in the universal school was longer than ...
... interest , and draw near the final close . Those passages are interesting to us more , perhaps , from their own nature than from their forming part of our poet's biography . Schiller's scholarship in the universal school was longer than ...
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... interest was their tender point , feared for the loss of their southern trade . Through- out the whole of the northern states , * " Paulding's Letters from the South . " the same feelings raged , with little less excitement . In Boston ...
... interest was their tender point , feared for the loss of their southern trade . Through- out the whole of the northern states , * " Paulding's Letters from the South . " the same feelings raged , with little less excitement . In Boston ...
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... interest in a perfect peace with America ; and when it is known that that republic is our best customer , the simplest intellect will understand why it would be unwise to irritate her . A great part of this trade is confined to the ...
... interest in a perfect peace with America ; and when it is known that that republic is our best customer , the simplest intellect will understand why it would be unwise to irritate her . A great part of this trade is confined to the ...
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... interest- ing to Europeans as those of America ; for America is fast filling up from Europe , and every European who lands on her shores has almost imme- diately his vote in her councils . " If , therefore , the oppressed of other ...
... interest- ing to Europeans as those of America ; for America is fast filling up from Europe , and every European who lands on her shores has almost imme- diately his vote in her councils . " If , therefore , the oppressed of other ...
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Page 109 - LIFE IN LONDON : or, the Day and Night Scenes of Jerry Hawthorn, Esq., and his Elegant Friend, Corinthian Tom.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 255 - Trust in the Lord, and do good; so shalt thou dwell in the land, and verily thou shalt be fed.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.