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Página xix
... or prospect of making a long residence in it , much less of advancing myself , either by industry or talents , to a situation that should give me the opportunity of doing much evil or much good , as GENERAL PREFACE . xix.
... or prospect of making a long residence in it , much less of advancing myself , either by industry or talents , to a situation that should give me the opportunity of doing much evil or much good , as GENERAL PREFACE . xix.
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... give offence , and come to harm for having em- ployed an obnoxious press . " It is true , that , amidst all these tribulations , I had many ardent and active friends , by whose help I was carried through my legal adversities with small ...
... give offence , and come to harm for having em- ployed an obnoxious press . " It is true , that , amidst all these tribulations , I had many ardent and active friends , by whose help I was carried through my legal adversities with small ...
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... . Respecting that farewell address , I know not that I have any thing to add , to explain , or to retract . I give credit to every gentleman present for as much honesty in the choice of his opinions , and as xxxii GENERAL PREFACE .
... . Respecting that farewell address , I know not that I have any thing to add , to explain , or to retract . I give credit to every gentleman present for as much honesty in the choice of his opinions , and as xxxii GENERAL PREFACE .
Página xxxvi
... Give me an honest fame or give me none . ' POPE . Though I made not a literal vow to this purport , yet I have ever since endeavored to act as though such a vow were upon me ; and I do think , that no person in this room , or elsewhere ...
... Give me an honest fame or give me none . ' POPE . Though I made not a literal vow to this purport , yet I have ever since endeavored to act as though such a vow were upon me ; and I do think , that no person in this room , or elsewhere ...
Página xlii
... give me a splendid proof , in the eyes of all the world , of the estimation in which you hold my gen- eral conduct and character since I became an inhab- itant of Sheffield ; but you have done it , also , to require of me a pledge ...
... give me a splendid proof , in the eyes of all the world , of the estimation in which you hold my gen- eral conduct and character since I became an inhab- itant of Sheffield ; but you have done it , also , to require of me a pledge ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
ALBERT amidst arms battle of SEMPACH beauty beneath birth blest bliss blood brave breast breath Brethren canton of URI captive charms clouds cold country's dark dead dear death delightful bands despair earth Edinburgh Review eternal Fairy-Queen fathers fell fire fled flood flowers foes Fulneck gloom glory grave grief head heart heaven hoary hope land liberty light live Lyre MEMNON moon Moravian Brethren morning mother mountains mournful Nature's Negro never night numbers o'er ocean pale peace plain poem poor prison reign rest rise Robert Calder rocks roll'd rose round scene seem'd shade Sheffield Shep shine shore skies slain slaves smile soft song sorrows soul spirit star stood storm streams of passion sweet sweetly SWITZERLAND tears thee thine thou tomb Tremble turn'd UNDERWALDEN vale valley vengeance voice Wand Wanderer waves weep West Indies wild wind York Castle youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 122 - Once, in the flight of ages past, There lived a man — and who was he ? Mortal, howe'er thy lot be cast, That man resembled thee.
Página 108 - THERE is a flower, a little flower, With silver crest and golden eye, That welcomes every changing hour, And weathers every sky. The prouder beauties of the field In gay but quick succession shine, Race after race their honours yield, They flourish and decline. But this small flower, to Nature dear, While moons and stars their courses run, Wreathes the whole circle of the year, Companion of the Sun.
Página 55 - The soul, of origin divine, God's glorious image freed from clay, In heaven's eternal sphere shall shine A star of day ! The sun is but a spark of fire, A transient meteor in the sky ; The soul, immortal as its Sire, SHALL NEVER DIE!
Página 154 - THERE is a land of every land the pride, Beloved by Heaven o'er all the world beside ; Where brighter suns dispense serener light, And milder moons emparadise the night ; A land of beauty, virtue...
Página 56 - I long to lay this painful head And aching heart beneath the soil, To slumber in that dreamless bed From all my toil.
Página 154 - O'er China's garden-fields and peopled floods ; In California's pathless world of woods ; Round Andes' heights, where Winter, from his throne, Looks down in scorn upon the summer zone ; By the gay borders of Bermuda's isles, Where Spring with everlasting verdure smiles ; On pure Madeira's vine-robed hills of health ; In Java's swamps of pestilence and wealth ; Where Babel stood, where wolves and jackals drink, Midst weeping willows, on Euphrates...
Página 153 - An angel-guard of loves and graces lie ; Around her knees domestic duties meet, And fire-side pleasures gambol at her feet. Where shall that land, that spot of earth be found? " Art thou a man — a patriot ? look around, O thou shalt find, howe'er thy footsteps roam, That land thy country, and that spot thy home.
Página 152 - The heritage of nature's noblest race, There is a spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest...
Página 56 - The Grave, that never spake before, Hath found at length a tongue to chide: O listen ! — I will speak no more ; Be silent, pride ! " Art thou a wretch, of hope forlorn, The victim of consuming care ? Is thy distracted conscience torn By fell despair 1 " Do foul misdeeds of former times Wring with remorse thy guilty breast...
Página 122 - Alternate triumphed in his breast ; His bliss and woe— a smile, a tear ! Oblivion hides the rest. The bounding pulse, the languid limb, The changing spirits...