The Quarterly Review, Volumul 49William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) John Murray, 1833 |
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Pagina 146
... turf- stacks - hough all the cattle of the tenants who are brought in to succeed them - and take to the bogs and mountains in a state of rebellion . The family of Mr. Rosso , witnesses to all this desola- tion , talk it over in a long ...
... turf- stacks - hough all the cattle of the tenants who are brought in to succeed them - and take to the bogs and mountains in a state of rebellion . The family of Mr. Rosso , witnesses to all this desola- tion , talk it over in a long ...
Pagina 382
... turf as all our own ! ' The abuses of the turf we abhor , and shall in part expose ; let it not , however , be forgotten that , had we no racing , we should not be in possession of the noblest animal in the creation - the thorough ...
... turf as all our own ! ' The abuses of the turf we abhor , and shall in part expose ; let it not , however , be forgotten that , had we no racing , we should not be in possession of the noblest animal in the creation - the thorough ...
Pagina 383
... turf is fast becoming the very manor of the worst . All this we admit ; but still we are not for abandoning a thing only for evils not necessarily mixed up with it . Having seen the English turf reach its acmé , we should be sorry to ...
... turf is fast becoming the very manor of the worst . All this we admit ; but still we are not for abandoning a thing only for evils not necessarily mixed up with it . Having seen the English turf reach its acmé , we should be sorry to ...
Pagina 384
... turf in many of the satirical writings of the days of Elizabeth . Take for instance Bishop Hall's lines in 1597 : - " Dost thou prize Thy brute - beasts ' worth by their dam's qualities ? Sayst thou thy colt shall prove a swift - paced ...
... turf in many of the satirical writings of the days of Elizabeth . Take for instance Bishop Hall's lines in 1597 : - " Dost thou prize Thy brute - beasts ' worth by their dam's qualities ? Sayst thou thy colt shall prove a swift - paced ...
Pagina 385
... turf . When he retired to France , however , he devoted himself to hunting , and had several first - rate English horses always in his stud . William III . and his queen were also patrons of racing ; not only continuing the bounty ...
... turf . When he retired to France , however , he devoted himself to hunting , and had several first - rate English horses always in his stud . William III . and his queen were also patrons of racing ; not only continuing the bounty ...
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Pagina 193 - O let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven ! Keep me in temper ; I would not be mad ! — Enter Gentleman.
Pagina 12 - Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow; Then boast no more your mighty deeds! Upon Death's purple altar now See where the victor-victim...
Pagina 197 - Methinks I should know you, and know this man; Yet I am doubtful; for I am mainly ignorant What place this is; and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For (as I am a man) I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
Pagina 197 - Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all ? O, thou wilt come no more, Never, never, never, never, never!
Pagina 351 - Who is like unto thee, O Lord, among the gods? who is like thee, glorious in holiness, fearful in praises, doing wonders?
Pagina 460 - By one so deep in love, then he, who ne'er From me shall separate• at once my lips All trembling kiss'd. The book and writer both Were love's purveyors. In its leaves that day We read no more.
Pagina 186 - I have of late — but wherefore I know not — lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Pagina 81 - By some strange chance we have never seen his first publication, which, if it at all resembles its younger brother, must be by this time so popular that any notice of it on our part would seem idle and presumptuous ; but we gladly seize this opportunity of repairing an unintentional neglect, and of introducing to the admiration of our more sequestered readers a new prodigy of genius — another and a brighter star of that galaxy or milky way of poetry of which the lamented Keats was the harbinger;...
Pagina 440 - Ha, you gods! why this? what this, you gods? Why, this Will lug your priests and servants from your sides, Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads: This yellow slave Will knit and break religions; bless the accurs'd; Make the hoar leprosy ador'd; place thieves, And give them title, knee, and approbation, With senators on the bench...
Pagina 11 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things : There is no armour against fate : Death lays his icy hands on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.