The Foreign Quarterly Review, Količine 34–351845 |
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Stran 193 - He scarce had ceased when the superior Fiend Was moving toward the shore, his ponderous shield, Ethereal temper, massy, large, and round, Behind him cast. The broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views At evening, from the top of Fesole, Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, 290 Rivers or mountains in her spotty globe.
Stran 193 - Fanning their odoriferous wings, dispense Native perfumes, and whisper whence they stole Those balmy spoils. As when to them who sail Beyond the Cape of Hope, and now are past Mozambic, off at sea north-east winds blow Sabean odours from the spicy shore Of Araby the Blest; with, such delay Well pleased they slack their course, and many a league Cheer'd with the grateful smell old Ocean smiles...
Stran 133 - And bathed every veyne in swich licour, Of which vertu engendred is the flour; Whan Zephirus eek with his sweete breeth Inspired hath in every holt and heeth The tendre croppes...
Stran 250 - ... lignes du plan qui s'ébauchait alors dans mon esprit. Je l'avoue, au milieu des doutes qui accompagnent tout travail consciencieux, mon ardeur et ma confiance furent doublées , par l'espèce de sanction indirecte qu'un de mes aperçus favoris recevait ainsi de l'homme que je regarde comme le plus grand maître qu'il y ait jamais eu en fait de divination historique.
Stran 173 - L'a fait pour son malheur pencher vers ma rivale. Nous le verrions encor nous partager ses soins ; II m'aimerait peut-être ; il le feindrait du moins. Adieu. Tu peux partir. Je demeure en Epire : Je renonce à la Grèce, à Sparte, à son empire, A toute ma famille ; et c'est assez pour moi.
Stran 114 - ... Conventions, and Reciprocal Regulations, at present subsisting between Great Britain and Foreign Powers, and of the Laws, Decrees, and Orders in Council concerning the same, so far as they relate to Commerce and Navigation, Slave Trade, Post Office Communications, Copyright, &c., and to the Privileges and Interests of the Subjects of the High Contracting Parties ; compiled from Authentic Documents.
Stran 118 - race is not always to the swift, or the battle to the strong.
Stran 54 - The martyr cannot be dishonored. Every lash inflicted is a tongue of fame; every prison a more illustrious abode; every burned book or house enlightens the world; every suppressed or expunged word reverberates through the earth from side to side.
Stran 197 - ... towards the middle of thy belly, the region of the navel, and search the place of the heart, the seat of the soul. At first all will be dark and comfortless, but if you persevere day and night you will feel an ineffable joy , and no sooner has the soul discovered the place of the heart than it is involved in a mystic and ethereal light.
Stran 193 - Caffre wends home through the lone karroo; When the boshbok in the thicket sleeps, and by the stream the gnu ; Then bend your gaze across the waste — what see ye ? The giraffe, Majestic, stalks towards the lagoon, the turbid lymph to quaff; With outstretched neck and tongue adust, he kneels him down to cool His hot thirst with a welcome draught from the foul and brackish pool. A rustling sound, a roar, a bound — the lion sits astride Upon his giant courser's back. Did ever king so ride?