The British Quarterly Review, Volume 62Jackson & Walford, 1875 |
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... least in the western half of the Empire , all was Rome . Wherever the Roman went , he carried Rome with him . The cities which he reared on his frontier might pass for her suburbs . The fortresses which he raised beyond the Rhine and ...
... least in the western half of the Empire , all was Rome . Wherever the Roman went , he carried Rome with him . The cities which he reared on his frontier might pass for her suburbs . The fortresses which he raised beyond the Rhine and ...
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... least Celts who had been brought under Teutonic influences , and who loved to fancy themselves of a Teutonic stock . And it is certain that any questions as to the nationality of the Treveri in the days of Cæsar have very little to do ...
... least Celts who had been brought under Teutonic influences , and who loved to fancy themselves of a Teutonic stock . And it is certain that any questions as to the nationality of the Treveri in the days of Cæsar have very little to do ...
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... if not , as Ravenna was a little time afterwards , the head of the Western world , yet at least the head of all the lands beyond the Alps . It was the head of a dominion within which Massalia and Gades and Eboracum all looked up to 2 *
... if not , as Ravenna was a little time afterwards , the head of the Western world , yet at least the head of all the lands beyond the Alps . It was the head of a dominion within which Massalia and Gades and Eboracum all looked up to 2 *
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... least , has shown itself eternal in its works , if not in its dominion . Strange has been its fate : imbedded in the vast pile of the ecclesiastical palace , the home of Archbishops who were also Electors of the Empire and Arch ...
... least , has shown itself eternal in its works , if not in its dominion . Strange has been its fate : imbedded in the vast pile of the ecclesiastical palace , the home of Archbishops who were also Electors of the Empire and Arch ...
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... least prove that stones of an earlier time were , as so often was done , used up again . Evidence of another kind goes in favour of attributing the gateway to the time of Constantine , and to no earlier or later date . There is a coin ...
... least prove that stones of an earlier time were , as so often was done , used up again . Evidence of another kind goes in favour of attributing the gateway to the time of Constantine , and to no earlier or later date . There is a coin ...
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Page 212 - Nor the demons down under the sea , Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee...
Page 213 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we, Of many far wiser than we ; And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
Page 212 - A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsmen came And bore her away from me.
Page 396 - Love took up the glass of time, and turn'd it in his glowing hands; Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands. Love took up the harp of life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight.
Page 402 - For woman is not undevelopt man But diverse: could we make her as the man, Sweet love were slain : his dearest bond is this Not like to like, but like in difference. Yet in the long years liker must they grow ; The man be more of woman, she of man ; He gain in sweetness and in moral height, Nor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world ; She mental breadth, nor fail in childward care, Nor lose the childlike in the larger mind; Till at the last she set herself to man, Like perfect music unto noble...
Page 166 - Firmly relying ourselves on the truth of Christianity, and acknowledging with gratitude the solace of religion, we disclaim alike the right and the desire to impose our convictions on any of our subjects.
Page 214 - Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her, And tempted her out of her gloom, And conquered her scruples and gloom; And we passed to the end of the vista, But were stopped by the door of a tomb, By the door of a legended tomb; And I said— "What is written, sweet sister, On the door of this legended tomb?" She replied— "Ulalume— Ulalume— 'Tis the vault of thy lost Ulalume!
Page 402 - For woman is not undevelopt man, . But diverse : could we make her as the man, Sweet Love were slain: his dearest bond is this, Not like to like, but like in difference. Yet in the long years liker must they grow; The man be more of woman, she of man; He gain in sweetness and in moral height, Nor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world; She mental breadth, nor fail in childward care...
Page 394 - Yet think not that I come to urge thy crimes, I did not come to curse thee, Guinevere, I, whose vast pity almost makes me die To see thee, laying there thy golden head, My pride in happier summers, at my feet. The wrath which forced my thoughts on that fierce law, The doom of treason and the flaming death, (When first I learnt thee hidden here) is past.
Page 404 - Singing alone in the morning of life, In the happy morning of life and of May, Singing of men that in battle array, Ready in heart and ready in hand, March with banner and bugle and fife To the death for their native land. Maud with her exquisite face, And wild voice pealing up to the sunny sky, And feet like sunny gems on an English green, Maud in the light of her youth and her grace, Singing of Death, and of Honour that cannot die, Till I well could weep for a time so sordid and mean, And myself...