Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, Volume 27John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell, Henry T. Steele Leavitt, Throw and Company, 1852 - American periodicals |
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... Lady Novelists - Westminster Review , Lynn , Miss , . Literary Gossip - Eclectic Review , Longfellow - North British Review , 93 93 128 152 cellany , 66 London , Police System of Edinburgh Re- Day in a French Criminal Court - Sharpe's ...
... Lady Novelists - Westminster Review , Lynn , Miss , . Literary Gossip - Eclectic Review , Longfellow - North British Review , 93 93 128 152 cellany , 66 London , Police System of Edinburgh Re- Day in a French Criminal Court - Sharpe's ...
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... Lady Francis , in a letter to Lord Campbell , talks of Sir Philip's early experience in embassies , bureaux , and so- forth . This negative evidence has demon- strative power enough to carry all the special pleading of Sir Philip's ...
... Lady Francis , in a letter to Lord Campbell , talks of Sir Philip's early experience in embassies , bureaux , and so- forth . This negative evidence has demon- strative power enough to carry all the special pleading of Sir Philip's ...
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... ladies at the beginning of the century ; and the former said it strongly resembled the writing , on a card of invitation , which he had had from the Countess Temple , mother of Lady Chat- ham . Junius's knowledge of what passed in Court ...
... ladies at the beginning of the century ; and the former said it strongly resembled the writing , on a card of invitation , which he had had from the Countess Temple , mother of Lady Chat- ham . Junius's knowledge of what passed in Court ...
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... lady just as much as he has done the critics . Wade says that Sir Philip ( Junius ) submitted some of his letters to Chat- ham . The declaration- " I am the sole de- positary of my secret , " is thus thrown out of the window very ...
... lady just as much as he has done the critics . Wade says that Sir Philip ( Junius ) submitted some of his letters to Chat- ham . The declaration- " I am the sole de- positary of my secret , " is thus thrown out of the window very ...
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... Lady THERESA LEWIS . 3 vols . 8vo . London : 1852 . bleaux , mes chers tableaux , que j'aime tant . . . et qui m'ont tant couté ! " .... It is alleged , however , that the taste for these expensive luxuries was not quite so ex ...
... Lady THERESA LEWIS . 3 vols . 8vo . London : 1852 . bleaux , mes chers tableaux , que j'aime tant . . . et qui m'ont tant couté ! " .... It is alleged , however , that the taste for these expensive luxuries was not quite so ex ...
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Page 160 - ONCE upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " Tis some visitor," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more.
Page 161 - This it is and nothing more." Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, " Sir," said I, " or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you " — here I opened wide the door: — Darkness there and nothing more.
Page 160 - I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow— sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Nameless here for evermore.
Page 161 - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a...
Page 161 - For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door, Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as "Nevermore.
Page 162 - thing of evil - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.
Page 157 - Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again, And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine individual being, shalt thou...
Page 157 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Page 95 - Most wretched men Are cradled into poetry by wrong, They learn in suffering what they teach in song.
Page 156 - In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright ; Above, the spectral glaciers shone, And from his lips escaped a groan, Excelsior! "Try not the Pass!