The Metropolitan, Volume 17

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James Cochrane, 1836
 

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Pagina 113 - So on the tip of his subduing tongue All kind of arguments and question deep, All replication prompt, and reason strong, For his advantage still did wake and sleep : To make the weeper laugh, the laugher weep, He had the dialect and different skill, Catching all passions in his craft of will...
Pagina 51 - ... the pangs of despised love, the insolence of office, or the spurns which patient merit of the unworthy takes"; he who has felt his mind sink within him, and sadness cling to his heart like a malady, who has had his hopes blighted and his youth staggered by the...
Pagina 365 - O Woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made, When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou ! — Scarce were the piteous accents said, When, with the Baron's casque, the maid To the nigh streamlet ran.
Pagina 88 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Pagina 128 - Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor : suit the action to the word, and the word to the action ; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature...
Pagina 60 - Egeria was totally different from any other woman I had ever seen, either in Italy or England. She did not dazzle, she subdued me. Other women might be more commanding, more versatile, more acute ; but I never saw one so exquisitely feminine.
Pagina 60 - Her voice was a sad, sweet melody, and her spirits reminded me of an old poet's description of the orange tree, with its " Golden lamps hid in a night of green ;" or of those Spanish gardens where the pomegranate grows beside the cypress. Her gladness was like a burst of sun-light ; and if, in her depression, she resembled night, it was night bearing her stars.
Pagina 372 - And near the stroke of twelve, she rose and sate herself down in a great chair with arms, and presently fetching a strong breathing or two, immediately expired, and was so suddenly cold, as was much wondered at by the physician .and surgeon. She died at Waltham in Essex, three miles from Chelmsford, and the letter was sent to Sir Charles...
Pagina 61 - They had an album with them ; absolutely an album ! You had scarcely left me to my fate — oh ! how you laughed the moment you were set free ! — when the little woman with the inquisitorial eyes informed me that the tall woman with the superior understanding — Heaven save the mark ! — was ambitious of possessing my autograph — and out ' leaped in lightning forth
Pagina 67 - Hemans", said he to me very gravely, "how necessary it is occasionally for every lady to see things weighed herself." Poveretta me! I looked as good as I could, and, happily for me, the poetic eyes are not very clearsighted, so that I believe no suspicion derogatory to my notability of character has yet flashed upon the mighty master's...

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