The Metropolitan, Volume 22James Cochrane, 1838 |
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... scarcely bearing a trace of the sixty winters which had changed his brown curling locks into the silver cluster that now fell on his neck , reaching nearly to the shoulders . In his appear- ance he furnished a singular contrast with ...
... scarcely bearing a trace of the sixty winters which had changed his brown curling locks into the silver cluster that now fell on his neck , reaching nearly to the shoulders . In his appear- ance he furnished a singular contrast with ...
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... scarcely less afflicted , though more tran- quil husband , who bore her away in a state of insensibility . For weeks afterwards she continued in moody sorrow ; and on each anni- versary of his death Grania might be seen - not weeping ...
... scarcely less afflicted , though more tran- quil husband , who bore her away in a state of insensibility . For weeks afterwards she continued in moody sorrow ; and on each anni- versary of his death Grania might be seen - not weeping ...
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... scarcely conscious of their presence . " And may you be as happy as I shall be this time to - morrow , ” added the young Irishman , his voice slightly faltering . " Thankee kindly , " replied Darby with a sigh . " I've a boy of my own a ...
... scarcely conscious of their presence . " And may you be as happy as I shall be this time to - morrow , ” added the young Irishman , his voice slightly faltering . " Thankee kindly , " replied Darby with a sigh . " I've a boy of my own a ...
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... scarcely an alleviation of the horror Darby experienced to know that poor Owen had not been his son . He had loved him as such , and the boy had been , in duty and affection , a son to him . Those who had deceived him were gone to their ...
... scarcely an alleviation of the horror Darby experienced to know that poor Owen had not been his son . He had loved him as such , and the boy had been , in duty and affection , a son to him . Those who had deceived him were gone to their ...
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... scarcely yield in acrimonious- ness to the Whigs and Tories of yesterday ; and , even in this age of refinement , the world is apt to pull caps and draw triggers - to call names and indulge in retorts uncourteous , in a spirit becoming ...
... scarcely yield in acrimonious- ness to the Whigs and Tories of yesterday ; and , even in this age of refinement , the world is apt to pull caps and draw triggers - to call names and indulge in retorts uncourteous , in a spirit becoming ...
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Page 99 - Or of the eternal co-eternal beam, May I express thee unblamed ? since God is light, And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee, Bright effluence of bright essence increate. Or hear'st thou rather pure ethereal stream, Whose fountain who shall tell? before the sun, Before the heavens thou wert, and at the voice Of God, as with a mantle, didst invest The rising world of waters dark and deep, Won from the void and formless infinite.
Page 112 - After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent.
Page 292 - The moon shines bright : — In such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they did make no noise...
Page 112 - It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that I wrote the last lines of the last page, in a summer-house in my garden. After laying down my pen I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains.
Page 249 - If some proud brother eyed me with disdain, Or scornful sister with her sweeping train, Thy gentle accents soften'd all my pain. For thee I mourn, and mourn myself in thee, The wretched source of all this misery. The fate I caused, for ever I bemoan; Sad Helen has no friend, now thou art gone! Through Troy's wide streets abandon'd shall I roam! In Troy deserted, as abhorr'd at home!
Page 112 - I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on the recovery of my freedom, and, perhaps, the establishment of my fame. But my pride was soon humbled, and a sober melancholy was spread over my mind, by the idea that I had taken an everlasting leave of an old and agreeable companion, and that whatsoever might be the future date of my History, the life of the historian must be short and precarious.
Page 100 - MAIDEN ! heir of kings ! A king has left his place ! The majesty of Death has swept All other from his face ! And thou upon thy mother's breast, No longer lean adown, But take the glory for the rest, And rule the land that loves thee best...
Page 103 - Nor was his attention confined to the actions of men; he was an exact surveyor of the inanimate world; his descriptions have always some peculiarities, gathered by contemplating things as they really exist.
Page 315 - After so long an agitation of the spirits, exhausted not only for want of rest, but absolutely want of food, drenched in rains for twelve hours together, that a woman should be capable of such an undertaking as delivering herself to the enemy, probably in the night, and uncertain of what hands she might fall into, appeared an effort above human nature.
Page 72 - State — not their alliance, but their separation — on the Spirit of the World and the Spirit of Christianity, not as the same, but as opposed to one another. He talked of those who had 'inscribed the cross of Christ on banners dripping with human gore.