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... mean time had not moved any more . " « It must be a mere delusion , D I said ; 4 and I should be ashamed of giving way to such fancies . I'll go and call Martha , and she must help me in shaking them off . I mus- tered courage ...
... mean time had not moved any more . " « It must be a mere delusion , D I said ; 4 and I should be ashamed of giving way to such fancies . I'll go and call Martha , and she must help me in shaking them off . I mus- tered courage ...
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... mean something widely different from ourselves by the at- tributes thus designated ; —the first being rather the power of the mind to concentrate its attention on its own imaginary creations ; the latter , a quick and keen perception of ...
... mean something widely different from ourselves by the at- tributes thus designated ; —the first being rather the power of the mind to concentrate its attention on its own imaginary creations ; the latter , a quick and keen perception of ...
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... means destitute of the first of poetical faculties , but that it is certainly not his characteristic or distinguishing excellence . His Fancy , like that of Donne and Cowley , is Wit ; -wit , not only under the control of a better taste ...
... means destitute of the first of poetical faculties , but that it is certainly not his characteristic or distinguishing excellence . His Fancy , like that of Donne and Cowley , is Wit ; -wit , not only under the control of a better taste ...
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... following instance of what we mean , occurs in some extremely beautiful verses : - Peace be around thee , wherever thou rovest ; May life be for thee one sammer's day , C And all thou wishest , and all that thou 40 ENGLISH REVIEW .
... following instance of what we mean , occurs in some extremely beautiful verses : - Peace be around thee , wherever thou rovest ; May life be for thee one sammer's day , C And all thou wishest , and all that thou 40 ENGLISH REVIEW .
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... means , for men who can't eat meat , This grand display of loins and chops ? » In vain I asked - ' twas plain to see ... mean , « And pray , " asked I , by whom is paid The expense of this strange masquerade ? » « The expense - oh ...
... means , for men who can't eat meat , This grand display of loins and chops ? » In vain I asked - ' twas plain to see ... mean , « And pray , " asked I , by whom is paid The expense of this strange masquerade ? » « The expense - oh ...
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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.