Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, Tom 23Leavitt, Throw and Company, 1851 |
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... heart , while address- ing the understanding . ” Thus , mere eloquence , the eloquence of words , is not style . We consider eloquent , now - a - days , only that which is so by style . The art of writing is at the present day what ...
... heart , while address- ing the understanding . ” Thus , mere eloquence , the eloquence of words , is not style . We consider eloquent , now - a - days , only that which is so by style . The art of writing is at the present day what ...
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... heart and true ! Meet they woes gravely , Strive with them too ! Let them not win from thee Tear of regret , Such were a sin from thee- Hope for good yet ! Rouse thee from drooping , Care - laden soul ; Mournfully stooping ' Neath ...
... heart and true ! Meet they woes gravely , Strive with them too ! Let them not win from thee Tear of regret , Such were a sin from thee- Hope for good yet ! Rouse thee from drooping , Care - laden soul ; Mournfully stooping ' Neath ...
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... hearts the arts to which their triumphs had not boast of more than five or six persons been owing . But this is no more ... heart , which have rendered the historians and orators of antiquity immortal . Like them in their highest flights ...
... hearts the arts to which their triumphs had not boast of more than five or six persons been owing . But this is no more ... heart , which have rendered the historians and orators of antiquity immortal . Like them in their highest flights ...
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... heart ! hear me . This innocent free maid is daughter of Virginius . At such a name I see your eyes flash with resplendent fire . Virginius is fighting for you in the field : think on the depravity of the times ; meanwhile exposed to ...
... heart ! hear me . This innocent free maid is daughter of Virginius . At such a name I see your eyes flash with resplendent fire . Virginius is fighting for you in the field : think on the depravity of the times ; meanwhile exposed to ...
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... hearts may be turned to justice . " * On the trial of Mr. John Stockdale , Lord Erskine thus spoke : - " I have been ... heart of a great queen , formerly elevated by so long a course of prosperity , then steeped in all the bitter- ness ...
... hearts may be turned to justice . " * On the trial of Mr. John Stockdale , Lord Erskine thus spoke : - " I have been ... heart of a great queen , formerly elevated by so long a course of prosperity , then steeped in all the bitter- ness ...
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