The Victoria Regia: A Volume of Original Contributions in Poetry and Prose, Nummer 11

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Adelaide Anne Procter
Emily Faithfull, 1861 - 349 pagina's
Emily Faithfull was a member of the activist Langham Place Group (or Circle), which advocated for the employment of women in Victorian Britain. In 1860 she founded a printing works in London, the Victoria Press, which employed women compositors. One of the earliest publications of the Press was "Victoria Regia", a compilation of a variety of literary works selected and edited by fellow Circle member Adelaide Anne Procter, and issued as a strategic attempt to attract Queen Victoria's attention and support. In 1862 the Victoria Press for the Employment of Women was appointed "Printer and Publisher in Ordinary to Her Majesty".
 

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Pagina 291 - This species of universal subserviency, that makes the very servant who waits behind your chair the arbiter of your life and fortune, has such a tendency to degrade and abase mankind, and to deprive them of that assured and liberal state of mind which alone can make us what we ought to be, that I vow to God I would sooner bring myself to put a man to immediate death for opinions I disliked, and so to get rid of the man and his opinions at once, than to fret him with a feverish being, tainted with...
Pagina 224 - Therefore the land mourns, and all who dwell in it languish, and also the beasts of the field, and the birds of the air; and even the fish of the sea are taken away.
Pagina 290 - I deny not but that it is of greatest concernment in the church and commonwealth to have a vigilant eye how books demean themselves, as well as men, and thereafter to confine, imprison, and do sharpest justice on them as malefactors.
Pagina 14 - death is sure To those that stay and those that roam, But I will nevermore endure To sit with empty hands at home. ' My mother clings about my neck, My sisters crying, "Stay for shame ;" My father raves of death and wreck, They are all to blame, they are all to blame. ' God help me ! save I take my part Of danger on the roaring sea, A devil rises in my heart, Far worse than any death to me.
Pagina 290 - ... teeth ; and being sown up and down, may chance to spring up armed men. " And yet on the other hand, unless wariness be used, as good almost kill a man as kill a good book. "Who kills a man, kills a reasonable creature, God's image ; but he who destroys a good book, kills reason itself; kills the image of God, as it were, in the eye.
Pagina 290 - We should be wary therefore what persecution we raise against the living labours of public men, how we spill that seasoned life of man preserved and stored up in books ; since we see a kind of homicide may be thus committed, sometimes a martyrdom, and, if it extend to the whole impression, a kind of massacre, whereof the execution ends not in the slaying of an elemental life, but strikes at that ethereal and fifth essence, the breath of reason itself, slays an immortality rather than a life.
Pagina 290 - For books are not absolutely dead things, but do contain a potency of life in them to be as active as that soul was whose progeny they are ; nay, they do preserve as in a vial the purest efficacy and extraction of that living intellect that bred them. I know they are as lively and as vigorously productive as those fabulous dragon's teeth : and being sown up and down may chance to spring up armed men.
Pagina 177 - A SOUTHERN NIGHT. THE sandy spits, the shore-lock'd lakes, Melt into open, moonlit sea ; The soft Mediterranean breaks At my feet, free. Dotting the fields of corn and vine, Like ghosts the huge, gnarl'd olives stand. Behind, that lovely mountain-line ! While, by the strand, Cette, with its glistening houses white, Curves with the curving beach away 10 To where the lighthouse beacons bright Far in the bay.
Pagina 336 - Then our dear Queen makes answer She will call Her very soon : meanwhile they are beguiled To wait and listen while She tells them all A story of Her Jesus as a child. Ah, Saints in Heaven may pray with earnest will And pity for their weak and erring brothers : Yet there is prayer in Heaven more tender still, — The little Children pleading for their Mothers.

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