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... honour of having constructed an apparatus from which the most astonishing effects are to be derived , and a degree of heat produced , unknown to preceding experimenters . When we reflect how few of our literary gentlemen have been ...
... honour of having constructed an apparatus from which the most astonishing effects are to be derived , and a degree of heat produced , unknown to preceding experimenters . When we reflect how few of our literary gentlemen have been ...
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... honour us with a Plenipo ; and , though we think his chance of success in this country is not great , yet we will not pretend to decide the question by the musty old rules of good- sense and propriety , but leave it to be determined by ...
... honour us with a Plenipo ; and , though we think his chance of success in this country is not great , yet we will not pretend to decide the question by the musty old rules of good- sense and propriety , but leave it to be determined by ...
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... honour to be harnessed . " How delightful ! " cried the girls . " How absurd ! " said the Vicar , " except indeed that it may serve to remind men of their affinity to asses . " " How like a triumphant entry ! " exclaimed Miss Margaret ...
... honour to be harnessed . " How delightful ! " cried the girls . " How absurd ! " said the Vicar , " except indeed that it may serve to remind men of their affinity to asses . " " How like a triumphant entry ! " exclaimed Miss Margaret ...
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... that of the sparrow that chirrups on the branches of the spreading oak , or the snow - white swan who glides majestic upon the bosom of the river . That it has long been the seat where wounded honour 16 THE PORT FOLIO .
... that of the sparrow that chirrups on the branches of the spreading oak , or the snow - white swan who glides majestic upon the bosom of the river . That it has long been the seat where wounded honour 16 THE PORT FOLIO .
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... honour cannot be shot , or shoot his antagonist , in private ; and Chalk Farm must possess a monopoly of duellists . That the air , now fresh as the breeze from the mountain , must lose its purity , and become mixed with the steam from ...
... honour cannot be shot , or shoot his antagonist , in private ; and Chalk Farm must possess a monopoly of duellists . That the air , now fresh as the breeze from the mountain , must lose its purity , and become mixed with the steam from ...
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accent admiration afford American Anacreon ANTHONY WAYNE appear attention beauty called carbonic acid character charms Columbiad command conduct Constellation criticism death delight distinguished Duke of Choiseul effect elegant eminent English excited expression fame fancy favour feelings France French friends genius gentleman give glottis grace happy heart heaven honour hope human human voice Iago interesting King lady language letters literary lives Louis XIV M'Intosh Macbeth Macchiavelli manner ment merit Michael Cassio mind moral Muse nation nature never New-York o'er object observed occasion OLDSCHOOL opinion Othello passion perhaps person Philadelphia pleasure poem poet political PORT FOLIO possession present Prince produced reader received respect scene sentiment sometimes soul sound spirit style syllable talents taste thee THOMAS TRUXTUN thou tion tone truth virtue voice Voltaire words writer young youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 112 - The bell strikes one. We take no note of time, But from its loss. To give it then a tongue, Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the knell of my departed hours: Where are they?
Página 509 - 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.
Página 264 - My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Shakes so my single state of man, that function Is smother'd in surmise : and nothing is, But what is not.
Página 138 - For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires: The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.
Página 238 - To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue) A curse shall light upon the limbs of men; Domestic fury and fierce civil strife Shall cumber all the parts of Italy...
Página 379 - My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For, lo, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone ; The flowers appear on the earth ; The time of the singing of birds is come, And the voice of the turtle is heard in our land ; The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, And the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Página 264 - Cannot be ill, cannot be good : — if ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature...
Página 256 - Nor will I quit thy shore A second time; for still I seem To love thee more and more.
Página 106 - Did Michael Cassio, when you woo'd my lady, Know of your love ? Oth.
Página 113 - A worm ! a God ! — I tremble at myself, And in myself am lost. At home -a, stranger, Thought wanders up and down, surprised, aghast, And wondering at her own. How Reason reels ! O what a miracle to man is man ! Triumphantly distress'd ! what joy!