The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction
Containing original essays; historical narratives, biographical memoirs, sketches of society, topographical descriptions, novels and tales, anecdotes, select extracts from new and expensive works, the spirit of the public journals, discoveries in the arts and sciences, useful domestic hints, etc. etc. etc.
Opinião das pessoas - Escrever uma crítica
Não foram encontradas quaisquer críticas nos locais habituais.
Outras edições - Ver tudo
admirable Adrastus Aixa alguazils Alice appeared arms beautiful Blackhawk called captain Carmen child Chinchea Chitimachas Cloves corregidor cried d'Aguilar dark dear death delightful Don Juan door Edward Blake entered exclaimed eyes face father feel fire fueros gazed Giralda girl give Gongarello hand happy Harry Coulter head heard heart heaven honour hope hour Indian king Labuan lady light live look matter ment Mexican mind morning mother Nanny nature never night O'Shine once pale Pampeluna party passed Philip Philip III Piquillo poor present queen racter readers remark replied rose round scarcely scene seemed side smile society soon Spain speak stood tell thee things thou thought tion Tom Puss town trees Truxillo turned uncle Uzeda voice walked whole wish words Yezid young
Página 169 - ... ruin of his country ; and that he who can enjoy life after such an event, deserves not to have lived at all. It will suffice us, if our mortal existence, which is at most but a span, be co-extended with that of the nation which gave us birth. We will gladly quit the scene, with all that is noble and august, innocent and holy ; and instead of wishing to survive the oppression of weakness, the violation of beauty, and the extinction of everything on which the heart can repose, welcome the shades...
Página 232 - And surely your blood of your lives will I require ; at the hand of every beast will I require it, and at the hand of man ; at the hand of every man's brother will I require the life of man. Whoso sheddeth man's blood, by man shall his blood be shed : for in the image of God made he man.
Página 194 - Poor child ! thought I, what sorrow art thou like to have for thy portion in this world ! Thou must be beaten, must beg, suffer hunger, cold, nakedness, and a thousand calamities, though I cannot now endure the wind should blow upon thee. But yet recalling myself, thought I, I must venture you all with God, though it goeth to the quick to leave you...
Página 188 - Is ever wi' my Jean. I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair : I hear her in the tunefu...
Página 198 - And he said, My son shall not go down with you; for his brother is dead, and he is left alone: if mischief befall him by the way in which ye go, then shall ye bring down my gray hairs with sorrow to the grave.
Página 108 - Just entered in her teens, Fair as the day, and sweet as May, Fair as the day, and always gay. My Peggy is a young thing, And I'm not very auld, Yet well I like to meet her at The wauking of the fauld. My Peggy speaks sae sweetly, Whene'er we meet alane, I wish nae mair to lay my care, — I wish nae mair of a' that's rare. My Peggy speaks sae sweetly, To a...
Página 188 - With passions wild and strong ; And list'ning to their witching voice Has often led me wrong. "Where human weakness has come short, Or frailty stept aside, Do thou, All-Good ! for such thou art, In shades of darkness hide. Where with intention I have err'd. No other plea I have But, Thou art good; and goodness still Delighteth to forgive.
Página 218 - ... perhaps there was not a handsomer room on that side the water. I took a pleasure, when a stranger knocked at the door, to see him come in and stare about him. The surprise on issuing from the Borough, and passing through the avenues of a jail, was dramatic. Charles Lamb declared there was no other such room except in a fairy tale.
Página 169 - ... sentiments and minds of the British empire into one mass, and propelled them in one direction. Partial interests and feelings are suspended, the spirits of the body are collected at the heart, and we are awaiting with anxiety, but without dismay, the discharge of that mighty tempest which hangs upon the skirts of the horizon, and to which the eyes of Europe and of the world are turned in silent and awful expectation.