The Irish Quarterly Review, כרך 8W. B. Kelly, 1858 |
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עמוד 32
... Heads ; or an account of 2000 English prints , describing what is peculiar to each ; 4 . Parentalia , or Memoirs of the ... head " Biogra- phiana " in the 24th Number of Sir Egerton Brydges's Restituta , in article 3. - After copying the ...
... Heads ; or an account of 2000 English prints , describing what is peculiar to each ; 4 . Parentalia , or Memoirs of the ... head " Biogra- phiana " in the 24th Number of Sir Egerton Brydges's Restituta , in article 3. - After copying the ...
עמוד 33
... head in his " Origines Typographica , " printed in 1765 ; and translated and abridged by Mr. Bowyer , in his two Essays on the Origin of Printing , 1784 . " The more we reflect on the accidental discovery by Laurentius , of the effect ...
... head in his " Origines Typographica , " printed in 1765 ; and translated and abridged by Mr. Bowyer , in his two Essays on the Origin of Printing , 1784 . " The more we reflect on the accidental discovery by Laurentius , of the effect ...
עמוד 64
... head ; and the prince of critics was born at St. Etienne near Lyons , of poor but honest parents . " In due time he is pursuing his studies in Paris at the col- lege of Louis le Grand , very little to his own satisfaction , or that of ...
... head ; and the prince of critics was born at St. Etienne near Lyons , of poor but honest parents . " In due time he is pursuing his studies in Paris at the col- lege of Louis le Grand , very little to his own satisfaction , or that of ...
עמוד 75
... heads , and a long - concealed treasure is at the moment brought to day - light from a subterranean pas- sage : so , if ... head . His dreams , even in the open sunshine , and when his bodily - eyes were wide open , were of caverns piled ...
... heads , and a long - concealed treasure is at the moment brought to day - light from a subterranean pas- sage : so , if ... head . His dreams , even in the open sunshine , and when his bodily - eyes were wide open , were of caverns piled ...
עמוד 85
... heads together , and inflicting head - aches innumerable . the compositor's time - tables , two hours of Balzac make one day . ” In He If we can believe his indulgent critic , Balzac , despite the uncommon penetration into character ...
... heads together , and inflicting head - aches innumerable . the compositor's time - tables , two hours of Balzac make one day . ” In He If we can believe his indulgent critic , Balzac , despite the uncommon penetration into character ...
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עמוד 860 - That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide : And we fairies, that do run By the triple Hecate's team...
עמוד 864 - I sha'n't run directly against my own preaching, And, having just laughed at their Raphaels and Dantes, Go to setting you up beside matchless Cervantes ; But allow me to speak what I honestly feel, — To a true poet-heart add the fun of Dick Steele...
עמוד 920 - THE OPEN WINDOW. THE old house by the lindens Stood silent in the shade, And on the gravelled pathway The light and shadow played. I saw the nursery windows Wide open to the air ; But the faces of the children, They were no longer there.
עמוד 865 - Mix well, and while stirring, hum o'er, as a spell, The fine old English Gentleman, simmer it well, Sweeten just to your own private liking, then strain, That only the finest and clearest remain, Let it stand out of doors till a soul it receives From the warm lazy sun loitering down through green leaves, And you '11 find a choice nature, not wholly deserving A name either English or Yankee, — just Irving.
עמוד 857 - Whose midnight revels by a forest side Or fountain some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon Sits arbitress, and nearer to the earth Wheels her pale course ; they, on their mirth and dance Intent, with jocund music charm his ear; At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds.
עמוד 857 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves ; And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him, When he comes back ; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites ; and you, whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms...
עמוד 436 - ... something admissible. — I love to get a tierce or a quatorze, though they mean nothing. I am subdued to an inferior interest. Those shadows of winning amuse me.
עמוד 436 - Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, Our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain. Awake but one, and lo, what myriads rise! * Each stamps its image as the other flies.
עמוד 860 - I am that merry wanderer of the night. I jest to Oberon, and make him smile, When I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile, Neighing in likeness of a filly foal : And sometime lurk I in a gossip's bowl, In very likeness of a roasted crab ; And when she drinks, against her lips I bob And on her withered dewlap pour the ale. The wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale, Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me ; Then slip I from her bum, down topples she, And
עמוד 906 - Once, ah, once, within these walls, One whom memory oft recalls, The Father of his Country, dwelt. And yonder meadows broad and damp The fires of the besieging camp Encircled with a burning belt. Up and down these echoing stairs, Heavy with the weight of cares, Sounded his majestic tread ; Yes, within this very room Sat he in those hours of gloom, Weary both in heart and head.