The Schoolmaster, and Edinburgh Weekly Magazine, 第 1-2 卷John Anderson [for John Johnstone], 1832 |
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... sure , dilatory , but the more welcome - makes its adventurous way . But from these old familiar places we must stoically turn . We are bound on higher hests ; and our very start- ing post is at the distance of a Sabbath - day's jour ...
... sure , dilatory , but the more welcome - makes its adventurous way . But from these old familiar places we must stoically turn . We are bound on higher hests ; and our very start- ing post is at the distance of a Sabbath - day's jour ...
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... sure I never begrudged ye ; for , God save us ! poor ignorant genuinely Irish we ever met with ; and we pretend to some craythurs like you can't see how the very air is full of evil knowledge of Ireland , to which we hope the SCHOOL MAS ...
... sure I never begrudged ye ; for , God save us ! poor ignorant genuinely Irish we ever met with ; and we pretend to some craythurs like you can't see how the very air is full of evil knowledge of Ireland , to which we hope the SCHOOL MAS ...
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... sure at- tendant , ignorance . In the bill for regulating the work hours of children in factories , those miser- able female children who bear coals - worse off even than the climbing boys should not be forgotten . This is a painful ...
... sure at- tendant , ignorance . In the bill for regulating the work hours of children in factories , those miser- able female children who bear coals - worse off even than the climbing boys should not be forgotten . This is a painful ...
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... sure . The poor girl loved him , and he had discernment enough to perceive it ; nevertheless she was inno- cent and well - disposed . - I do not want to excuse her fault , sir , -it was a great one : the greater , as she herself in ...
... sure . The poor girl loved him , and he had discernment enough to perceive it ; nevertheless she was inno- cent and well - disposed . - I do not want to excuse her fault , sir , -it was a great one : the greater , as she herself in ...
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... sure that in the end he would be happier ? " " Most true , " she replied ; " but I had sinned against my conscience , and every living being seemed greater and happier than I was at that time . ' No wonder Mary was dazzled , however ...
... sure that in the end he would be happier ? " " Most true , " she replied ; " but I had sinned against my conscience , and every living being seemed greater and happier than I was at that time . ' No wonder Mary was dazzled , however ...
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第273页 - When the broken arches are black in night, And each shafted oriel glimmers white ; When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory...
第30页 - Ho ! maidens of Vienna ; ho ! matrons of Lucerne ; Weep, weep, and rend your hair for those who never shall return. Ho ! Philip, send, for charity, thy Mexican pistoles, That Antwerp monks may sing a mass for thy poor spearmen's souls.
第290页 - Rise like Lions after slumber In unvanquishable number, Shake your chains to earth like dew Which in sleep had fallen on you — Ye are many — they are few.
第82页 - The community is a fictitious body, composed of the individual persons who are considered as constituting as it were its members. The interest of the community then is, what? — the sum of the interests of the several members who compose it.
第298页 - Equity is a roguish thing; for law we have a measure, know what to trust to; equity is according to the conscience of him that is Chancellor, and as that is larger or narrower, so is equity. 'Tis all one as if they should make the standard for the measure we call a foot, a Chancellor's foot; what an uncertain measure would this be!
第30页 - Bartholomew," was passed from man to man ; But out spake gentle Henry, "No Frenchman is my foe : Down, down with every foreigner, but let your brethren go.
第290页 - Tis to work and have such pay As just keeps life from day to day In your limbs, as in a cell For the tyrants...
第30页 - D'Aumale hath cried for quarter. The Flemish count is slain. Their ranks are breaking like thin clouds before a Biscay gale; The field is heaped with bleeding steeds, and flags, and cloven mail. And then we thought on vengeance, and, all along our van, "Remember St. Bartholomew,
第30页 - Flemish spears. There rode the brood of false Lorraine, the curses of our land ! And dark Mayenne was in the midst, a truncheon in his hand ; And, as we looked on them, we thought of Seine's...
第268页 - The time would e'er be o'er, And I on thee should look my last, And thou shouldst smile no more! And still upon that face I look, And think 'twill smile again ; And still the thought I will not brook, That I must look in vain ! But when I speak— thou dost not say What thou ne'er left'st unsaid...