The British Quarterly Review, Volume 62Jackson & Walford, 1875 |
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... written in the name of all the Gauls , bidding the obstinate tribe lay down its arms , are unheeded , and a new chief , Valentinus , springs up , as the hero alike of the debate in the assembly and of the short struggle which followed ...
... written in the name of all the Gauls , bidding the obstinate tribe lay down its arms , are unheeded , and a new chief , Valentinus , springs up , as the hero alike of the debate in the assembly and of the short struggle which followed ...
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... written Shakespere ; but as , in the works of the poet issued under his own care , his name appears as Shakespeare , that must be regarded as the literary form of it . Warwickshire seems to have been the early home and central ...
... written Shakespere ; but as , in the works of the poet issued under his own care , his name appears as Shakespeare , that must be regarded as the literary form of it . Warwickshire seems to have been the early home and central ...
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... written about 1730 , asserts that a copy of verses from this ballad had been procured by Joshua Barnes , Professor of Greek at Cambridge , about 1690 ; but , unfortunately for the credit of the story , these lines differ in tone ...
... written about 1730 , asserts that a copy of verses from this ballad had been procured by Joshua Barnes , Professor of Greek at Cambridge , about 1690 ; but , unfortunately for the credit of the story , these lines differ in tone ...
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... written between eight and eleven ; Leigh Hunt's ' Juvenilia , ' or poems written between the age of twelve and sixteen ; Shelley's ' Queen Mab ' at sixteen ; Byron's English Bards and Scottish Reviewers ' at twenty ; Walter Savage ...
... written between eight and eleven ; Leigh Hunt's ' Juvenilia , ' or poems written between the age of twelve and sixteen ; Shelley's ' Queen Mab ' at sixteen ; Byron's English Bards and Scottish Reviewers ' at twenty ; Walter Savage ...
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... written and sung in the chimney - corner of his father's own ' kitchen , long before he dreamt of having a play acted before ' Queen Elizabeth . ' These opinions coincide with Aubrey's ' I guess about eighteen , ' and strengthen our ...
... written and sung in the chimney - corner of his father's own ' kitchen , long before he dreamt of having a play acted before ' Queen Elizabeth . ' These opinions coincide with Aubrey's ' I guess about eighteen , ' and strengthen our ...
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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...