The Quarterly Review, Volumen117John Murray, 1865 |
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... France . Par Edmond Werdet . 3 partie , tome 1er . Les Estienne et leurs Devanciers depuis 1470. Paris , 1864 III . - 1 . The Caxtons : a Family Picture . 1855 . 2. My Novel ; or , Varieties in English Life . 1862 . 6 3. What will he do ...
... France . Par Edmond Werdet . 3 partie , tome 1er . Les Estienne et leurs Devanciers depuis 1470. Paris , 1864 III . - 1 . The Caxtons : a Family Picture . 1855 . 2. My Novel ; or , Varieties in English Life . 1862 . 6 3. What will he do ...
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... France . No one can understand the true spirit of the French Revolution without looking carefully at the institutions of the country as they were already administered in practice , and con- sidering the condition of its people in the ...
... France . No one can understand the true spirit of the French Revolution without looking carefully at the institutions of the country as they were already administered in practice , and con- sidering the condition of its people in the ...
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... France , or the truth or falsehood of his disappointed love for Anne of Austria . A forced loan was resorted to , and the clergy lent themselves to this project on the part of the Crown ; but the resistance was such as to require the ...
... France , or the truth or falsehood of his disappointed love for Anne of Austria . A forced loan was resorted to , and the clergy lent themselves to this project on the part of the Crown ; but the resistance was such as to require the ...
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... France , which , beginning in the ninety - fourth year of the last century and terminating twenty - one years later with the first occupation of Paris , was only interrupted by the broken dreams of peace into which we were sulkily and ...
... France , which , beginning in the ninety - fourth year of the last century and terminating twenty - one years later with the first occupation of Paris , was only interrupted by the broken dreams of peace into which we were sulkily and ...
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... France . We use his own words to fill up this etching of his start in the profession of arms : - The Duke in the kindest manner addressed me , and after some general conversation asked me whether I preferred a cornetcy of cavalry , or ...
... France . We use his own words to fill up this etching of his start in the profession of arms : - The Duke in the kindest manner addressed me , and after some general conversation asked me whether I preferred a cornetcy of cavalry , or ...
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Página 26 - I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone: The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat: Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream?
Página 26 - I hear! —But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone: The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat: Whither is fled the visionary gleam?
Página 9 - Whether in Heaven ye wander fair, Or the green corners of the earth, Or the blue regions of the air Where the melodious winds have birth...
Página 11 - SONG WHEN the voices of children are heard on the green And laughing is heard on the hill, My heart is at rest within my breast, And everything else is still. Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down, And the dews of the night arise; Come, come, leave off play, and let us away Till the morning appears in the skies.
Página 217 - Sweet, so would I : Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say — good night, 'till it be morrow. [Exit. Rom. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast ! — 'Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest ! Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell; His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell.
Página 454 - Pagan has been dead many a day ; and as for the other, though he be yet alive, he is, by reason of age, and also of the many shrewd brushes that he met with in his younger days, grown so crazy and stiff in his joints that he can now do little more than sit in his cave's mouth, grinning at pilgrims as they go by, and biting his nails because he cannot come at them.
Página 9 - ... fair, Or the green corners of the earth, Or the blue regions of the air Where the melodious winds have birth; Whether on crystal rocks ye rove, Beneath the bosom of the sea, Wandering in many a coral grove; Fair Nine, forsaking Poetry; How have you left the ancient love That bards of old enjoyed in you! The languid strings do scarcely move, The sound is forced, the notes are few.
Página 452 - ... unfeigned assent and consent to the use of all things in the said book contained and prescribed, in these words and no other : — " I, AB, do here declare my unfeigned assent and consent to all and everything contained and prescribed in and by the book intituled the Book of Common Prayer...
Página 12 - I HAVE no name ; I am but two days old.' What shall I call thee? ' I happy am, Joy is my name.' Sweet joy befall thee ! Pretty joy ! Sweet joy, but two days old.
Página 23 - When the Sun rises, do you not see a round disk of fire somewhat "like a Guinea?" O no, no, I see an Innumerable company of the Heavenly host crying 'Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord God Almighty.