New Monthly Magazine, and Universal Register, Volume 130Henry Colburn, 1864 |
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... fear . The light which it casts is vivid and red , the noise sharp , quick , and loud , like an infinite number of snaps repeated with just perceptible intervals . The awful but splendid light thrown through the forest casts the ...
... fear . The light which it casts is vivid and red , the noise sharp , quick , and loud , like an infinite number of snaps repeated with just perceptible intervals . The awful but splendid light thrown through the forest casts the ...
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... fears , animadversions , or specula- tions . The first morning that Rudolph found Mrs. Lindsay out of the way when he called , he lost no time in asking Bertha about the religious work he had lent to her . She told him that she had read ...
... fears , animadversions , or specula- tions . The first morning that Rudolph found Mrs. Lindsay out of the way when he called , he lost no time in asking Bertha about the religious work he had lent to her . She told him that she had read ...
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... fear we shall never agree , any more than we shall upon the great advantages to be gained here and hereafter by retiring into monasteries and convents . " She stopped a few moments , and then , as she was , perhaps , rather too much ...
... fear we shall never agree , any more than we shall upon the great advantages to be gained here and hereafter by retiring into monasteries and convents . " She stopped a few moments , and then , as she was , perhaps , rather too much ...
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But not you , Rudolph - oh dear no ! I fear I can't compliment you on being such a saint . " " " Don't ever go 66 we " Alas , I am indeed no saint ! " sighed her companion . " At least , you are no hypocrite - of that I am sure . into a ...
But not you , Rudolph - oh dear no ! I fear I can't compliment you on being such a saint . " " " Don't ever go 66 we " Alas , I am indeed no saint ! " sighed her companion . " At least , you are no hypocrite - of that I am sure . into a ...
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... fear he is not always guided by his better judgment , " re- plied his sister . " I cannot forget one winter he spent in Paris . I am sorry to say he plunged headlong into all the wild gaiety of that dissi- pated capital , and his ...
... fear he is not always guided by his better judgment , " re- plied his sister . " I cannot forget one winter he spent in Paris . I am sorry to say he plunged headlong into all the wild gaiety of that dissi- pated capital , and his ...
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Page 297 - Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command, A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill, A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man.
Page 427 - The greatness of Lear is not in corporal dimension, but in intellectual : the explosions of his passion are terrible as a volcano : they are storms turning up and disclosing to the bottom that sea his mind, with all its vast riches.
Page 427 - It seemed to embody and realise conceptions which had hitherto assumed no distinct shape. But dearly do we pay all our life after for this juvenile pleasure, this sense of distinctness. When the novelty is past, we find to our cost that instead of realising an idea, we have only materialised and brought down a fine vision to the standard of flesh and blood.
Page 428 - This case of flesh and blood seems too insignificant to be thought on ; even as he himself neglects it. On the stage we see nothing but corporal infirmities and weakness, the impotence of rage ; while we read it, we see not Lear, but we are Lear, — we are in his mind, we are sustained by a grandeur which baffles the malice of daughters and storms...
Page 315 - I told my love, I told my love, I told her all my heart. Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears^ Ah! she did depart. Soon after she was gone from me A traveller came by, Silently, invisibly: He took her with a sigh.
Page 414 - Or the unseen genius of the wood. But let my due feet never fail To walk the Studious cloister's pale, And love the high embowed roof, With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim, religious light.
Page 136 - Waganda li»hermen coming out in boats and taking post on all the rocks, with rod and hook, hippopotami and crocodiles lying sleepily on the • water, the ferry at work above the falls, and cattle driven down to drink at the margin of the lake...
Page 427 - I cannot help being of opinion that the plays of Shakspeare are less calculated for performance on a stage, than those of almost any other dramatist whatever. Their distinguished excellence is a reason that they should be so. There is so 'much in them, which comes not under the province of acting, with which eye, and tone, and gesture, have nothing to do.
Page 296 - You would have thought the very windows spake, So many greedy looks of young and old Through casements darted their desiring eyes Upon his visage ; and that all the walls, With painted imagery, had said at once, — Jesu preserve thee ! welcome, Bolingbroke ! Whilst he, from one side to the other turning, Bare-headed, lower than his proud steed's neck, Bespake them thus, — I thank you, countrymen: And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along.
Page 423 - ... afraid of his own heart, and perfectly convince him that it is to stab it, to admit that worst of daggers, jealousy. Whoever reads in his closet this admirable scene, will find that he cannot, except he has as warm an imagination as...