London Society, Volume 37

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James Hogg, Florence Marryat
William Clowes and Sons, 1880
 

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Pagina 167 - This guest of summer, The temple-haunting martlet, does approve By his loved mansionry that the heaven's breath Smells wooingly here : no jutty,* frieze, Buttress, nor coign* of vantage, but this bird Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle : Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed...
Pagina 390 - And he that stealeth a man, and selleth him, or if he be found in his hand, he shall surely be put to death.
Pagina 30 - Thou h'ast tasted of prosperity and adversity; thou knowest what it is to be banished thy native country, to be over-ruled as well as to rule and sit upon the throne; and being oppressed, thou hast reason to know how hateful the oppressor is both to God and man...
Pagina 138 - And who, in time, knows whither we may vent The treasure of our tongue, to what strange shores This gain of our best glory shall be sent, T' enrich unknowing nations with our stores?
Pagina 401 - He has one gift most dangerous to a speculator, a vast command of a kind of language, grave and majestic, but of vague and uncertain import; of a kind of language which affects us much in the same way in which the lofty diction of the Chorus of Clouds affected the simplehearted Athenian...
Pagina 15 - O we will walk this world, Yoked in all exercise of noble end, And so thro' those dark gates across the wild That no man knows. Indeed I love thee : come, Yield thyself up : my hopes and thine are one : Accomplish thon my manhood and thyself ; Lay thy sweet hands in mine and trust to me.
Pagina 497 - Let me then, in conclusion, say what is upon my heart to say ; what I know to be true ; what I have felt every hour of my life when I have been discussing great questions affecting the condition of the working classes.
Pagina 20 - These are the forgeries of jealousy : And never, since the middle summer's spring Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead, By paved fountain, or by rushy brook, Or on the beached margent of the sea, To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, But with thy brawls thou hast disturb'd our sport.
Pagina 156 - He is of necessity a miserable and useless man ; and he is so, even though he be clothed in purple and fine linen, and fare sumptuously every day.
Pagina 19 - SEE what a lovely shell, Small and pure as a pearl, Lying close to my foot, Frail, but a work divine, Made so fairily well With delicate spire and whorl, How exquisitely minute, A miracle of design ! What is it ? a learned man Could give it a clumsy name.

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