The Republic of Letters: A Weekly Republication of Standard Literature, Volume 6Published for the proprietors, 1836 - English literature |
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... night is it ? " asked Lady Betty . The Earl , recalled from his high anticipations , and reminded of the lapse of time , resumed his discourse , but in a less lofty tone . " The junior member of this family , whom I have now to pre ...
... night is it ? " asked Lady Betty . The Earl , recalled from his high anticipations , and reminded of the lapse of time , resumed his discourse , but in a less lofty tone . " The junior member of this family , whom I have now to pre ...
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... night , I think- But his Lordship's remarks were stopped by the entrance of the party in question . Merely touching his uncle's hand as he passed him , and scarcely noticing Lady Betty , Colonel Delmour advanced to Mrs. and Miss St ...
... night , I think- But his Lordship's remarks were stopped by the entrance of the party in question . Merely touching his uncle's hand as he passed him , and scarcely noticing Lady Betty , Colonel Delmour advanced to Mrs. and Miss St ...
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... night , they shone the same , and conveyed the same impression to the beholder , viz . that they were eyes that had a look -not like the look of Sterne's monk , beyond this world - but a look into all things on the face of this world ...
... night , they shone the same , and conveyed the same impression to the beholder , viz . that they were eyes that had a look -not like the look of Sterne's monk , beyond this world - but a look into all things on the face of this world ...
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... night , Colonel Delmour- But you're not so ill to please as Anthony Whyte —That was really a good thing Lord Punmedown said to him that night . Looking at the two Miss Blacks , says he to Anthony , with a shake of his head- —Ah ...
... night , Colonel Delmour- But you're not so ill to please as Anthony Whyte —That was really a good thing Lord Punmedown said to him that night . Looking at the two Miss Blacks , says he to Anthony , with a shake of his head- —Ah ...
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... night - cap , worth good seventy thousand pound , and as cross as two sticks , is not to be sneezed at , as Anthony Whyte says ; but there's the gong - O Lord Rossville , I wish you would really get a bell , for I declare there's no ...
... night - cap , worth good seventy thousand pound , and as cross as two sticks , is not to be sneezed at , as Anthony Whyte says ; but there's the gong - O Lord Rossville , I wish you would really get a bell , for I declare there's no ...
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Page 101 - Memory and her siren daughters ; but by devout prayer to that Eternal Spirit who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his seraphim with the hallowed fire of his altar to touch and purify the lips of whom He pleases.
Page 100 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty ! thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair: thyself how wondrous then, Unspeakable ! who sitt'st above these heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Page 26 - Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, Our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain. Awake but one, and lo, what myriads rise ! * Each stamps its image as the other flies.
Page 31 - Twas pity Nature brought ye forth Merely to show your worth, And lose you quite. But you are lovely leaves, where we May read how soon things have Their end, though ne'er so brave : And after they have shown their pride Like you, awhile, they glide Into the grave.
Page 387 - And a great portent appeared in heaven, a woman clothed with the sun, with the moon under her feet, and on her head a crown of twelve stars; 2 she was with child and she cried out in her pangs of birth, in anguish for delivery.
Page 109 - Creep in our ears : soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold : There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st...
Page 136 - If a man be gracious and courteous to strangers, it shows he is a citizen of the world, and that his heart is no island cut off from other lands, but a continent that joins to them...
Page 333 - Is there no balm in Gilead ; is there no physician there ? why then is not the health of the daughter of my people recovered...
Page 163 - She dares go alone and unfold sheep in the night, and fears no manner of ill, because she means none : yet to say truth, she is never alone, for she is still accompanied with old songs, honest thoughts, and prayers, but short ones ; yet they have their efficacy, in that they are not palled with ensuing idle cogitations.
Page 125 - Strikes thro' their wounded hearts the sudden dread; But their hearts wounded, like the wounded air, Soon close ; where past the shaft, no trace is found. As from the wing no scar the sky retains ; The parted wave no furrow from the keel; So dies in human hearts the thought of death.