The Museum of Foreign Literature, Science, and Art, 第 28 卷

Robert Walsh, John Jay Smith
E. Littell, 1836

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第 191 頁 - All this ? ay, more: Fret, till your proud heart break; Go, show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble.
第 355 頁 - ... the same language, the same religion, the same habits, the same manners, and imbued with the same opinions, propagated under the same forms. The rest is uncertain, but this is certain; and it is a fact new to the world a fact fraught with such portentous consequences as to baffle the efforts even of the imagination.
第 216 頁 - Majesty's intention to dub me baronet. No more have I to say, except that I felt more pleasure in giving to a mother's arms a dear little infant only three weeks old, than I ever felt in my life ; and both were saved. The struggle she had to intrust me with the bantling was a scene I cannot describe ; nor need you, and consequently you will never let this be visible.
第 224 頁 - The commander-in-chief is happy to inform the fleet of the final termination of their strenuous exertions, by the signature of peace, confirmed under a salute of twenty-one guns, on the following conditions, dictated by his Royal Highness, the Prince Regent of England. " I. THE ABOLITION OF CHRISTIAN SLAVERY FOREVER. "II. The delivery to my flag of all slaves in the dominions of the Dey, to whatever nation they may belong, at noon tomorrow.
第 176 頁 - Dispel this cloud, the light of heaven restore, Give me TO SEE, — and Ajax asks no more.
第 289 頁 - My father's spirit in arms ! all is not well; I doubt some foul play: 'would, the night were come! Till then sit still, my soul: Foul deeds will rise, Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes.
第 192 頁 - Committee," and in the boobily heaviness of Lolpoop in the " Squire of Alsatia," he seemed the immovable log he stood for : a countenance of wood could not be more fixed than his when the blockhead of a character required it. His face was full and long ; from his crown to the end of his nose was the shorter half of it; so that the disproportion of his lower features, when soberly composed, with an unwandering eye hanging over them, threw him into the most lumpish, moping mortal that ever made beholders...
第 191 頁 - Starts, that fierce and flashing Fire, which he threw into Hotspur, never came from the unruffled Temper of his Brutus (for I have more than once seen a Brutus as warm as Hotspur) when the Betterton Brutus was...
第 216 頁 - I saw the loss of the whole five or six hundred was inevitable without somebody to direct them, for the last officer was pulled on shore as I reached the surf. I urged their return, which was refused, upon which I made the rope fast to myself, and was hauled through the surf on board — established order, and did not leave her until every soul was saved but the boatswain, who would not go before me. I got safe, and so did he, and the ship went all to pieces...
第 235 頁 - As they were not more than two hundred yards off, and were proceeding directly towards me, I had not much time to decide on my motions. Being alone, and in the middle of a little open plain, I saw that I must inevitably be caught, should I fire in this position, and my shot not take effect. I therefore retreated hastily out of their direct path, thinking they would not observe me, until I should find a better opportunity to attack them. But in this I was mistaken...