The St. Petersburg English Review, of Literature, the Arts, and Sciences, Volume 3Hauer and Company, 1842 |
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... missed the hospitable dinner - parties , and the good - humoured dances of Wales , where mirth and kindliness compensated for refinement and wit . And , in truth , I was very much alone . The House of Commons , then in the full vigour ...
... missed the hospitable dinner - parties , and the good - humoured dances of Wales , where mirth and kindliness compensated for refinement and wit . And , in truth , I was very much alone . The House of Commons , then in the full vigour ...
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... that our voting it ex- cellent was no hypocritical compliment , by the practical at- ( ' ) Miss Roberts ' edition of Mrs. Rundell's Domestic Cookery . tention we paid to her culinary labours . I protest 6 ENGLISH REVIEW .
... that our voting it ex- cellent was no hypocritical compliment , by the practical at- ( ' ) Miss Roberts ' edition of Mrs. Rundell's Domestic Cookery . tention we paid to her culinary labours . I protest 6 ENGLISH REVIEW .
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... missed with the melancholy certainty that his future prospects in life were blasted ; it being already known that the punishment for such contumacy was not merely expulsion from the University , but exclusion from all the learned ...
... missed with the melancholy certainty that his future prospects in life were blasted ; it being already known that the punishment for such contumacy was not merely expulsion from the University , but exclusion from all the learned ...
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... miss . In the midsummer holidays , when the days are long , and the evenings are light , there is no objec- tion to a little trip by the railway say to Weybridge or Slough provided always- Well , sir ? - That she goes by a special train ...
... miss . In the midsummer holidays , when the days are long , and the evenings are light , there is no objec- tion to a little trip by the railway say to Weybridge or Slough provided always- Well , sir ? - That she goes by a special train ...
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... miss , a genuine epistle , upon my literary honour . Just look at the writing the real copybook running - hand- not at uncrossed not an i undotted not an illegitimate flourish of a letter , but each j and g and y turning up it VOL . III ...
... miss , a genuine epistle , upon my literary honour . Just look at the writing the real copybook running - hand- not at uncrossed not an i undotted not an illegitimate flourish of a letter , but each j and g and y turning up it VOL . III ...
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Página 371 - Ecstasy! My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time, And makes as healthful music. It is not madness That I have utter'd : bring me to the test, And I the matter will re-word, which madness Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace, Lay not that flattering unction to your soul, That not your trespass but my madness speaks; It will but skin and film the ulcerous place, Whiles rank corruption, mining all within, Infects unseen.
Página 172 - Fear ye not me? Saith the LORD: will ye not tremble at my presence, which have placed the sand for the bound of the sea by a perpetual decree, that it cannot pass it: and though the waves thereof toss themselves, yet can they not prevail; though they roar, yet can they not pass over it?
Página 229 - He is a middle-sized, spare man, about forty years old, of a brown complexion and darkbrown coloured hair, but wears a wig ; a hooked nose, a sharp chin, grey eyes, and a large mole near his mouth...
Página 116 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Página 359 - I never saw them afterwards, or any sign of them except three of their hats, one cap, and two shoes that were not fellows.
Página 90 - The man that lays his hand upon a woman, Save in the way of kindness, is a wretch Whom 'twere gross flattery to name a coward.— I'll talk to you, lady, but not beat you.
Página 358 - Robinson Kreutznaer; but by the usual corruption of words in England we are now called, nay, we call ourselves, and write our name "Crusoe," and so my companions always called me.
Página 20 - The sun had long since, in the lap Of Thetis, taken out his nap, And, like a lobster boil'd, the morn From black to red began to turn...
Página 127 - For, so to interpose a little ease, Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise; Ay me ! whilst thee the shores and sounding seas Wash far away, where'er thy bones are hurled; Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides, Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide Visit'st the bottom of the monstrous world...
Página 81 - twould a saint provoke," (Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke ;} " No, let a charming chintz and Brussels lace Wrap my cold limbs, and shade my lifeless face : One would not, sure, be frightful when one's dead — And — Betty — give this cheek a little red.