The North American Review, Tom 46

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Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge
O. Everett, 1838
Vols. 227-230, no. 2 include: Stuff and nonsense, v. 5-6, no. 8, Jan. 1929-Aug. 1930.
 

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Strona 138 - ... that its abandonment ought not to be presumed in a case in which the deliberate purpose of the State to abandon it does not appear.
Strona 68 - I gave away the cake to him. I walked on a little in all the pride of an Evangelical peacock, when of a sudden my old aunt's kindness crossed me — the sum it was to her — the pleasure...
Strona 445 - At length he said, with perfect cheerfulness, ' Well, well, James, so be it — but you know we must not droop, for we can't afford to give over. Since one line has failed, we must just stick to something else:' — and so he dismissed me, and resumed his novel.
Strona 444 - There has been no reposing under the shade of his laurels, no living upon the resource of past reputation ; none of that coddling and petty precaution which little authors call
Strona 437 - He was makin' himsell a' the time," said Mr Shortreed; " but he didna ken maybe what he was about till years had passed : At first he thought o' little, I dare say, but the queerness and the fun.
Strona 447 - In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
Strona 68 - I feel the delicacy of the subject; but cash must pass through your hands, sometimes to a great amount. If in an unguarded hour but I will hope better. Consider the scandal it will bring upon those of your persuasion. Thousands would go to see a Quaker hanged, that would be indifferent to the fate of a Presbyterian or an Anabaptist. Think of the effect it would have on the sale of your poems alone, not to mention higher considerations!
Strona 453 - The sun upon the Weirdlaw Hill, In Ettrick's vale, is sinking sweet; The westland wind is hush and still, The lake lies sleeping at my feet. Yet not the landscape to mine eye Bears those bright hues that once it bore; Though evening, with her richest dye, Flames o'er the hills of Ettrick's shore.
Strona 64 - Theatre into the pit, something more than a year ago. However, I have been free of the house ever since, and the house was pretty free with me upon that occasion.
Strona 363 - like a distressed prince who calls in a powerful neighbour to his aid. I was undone by my auxiliary. When I had once called him in, I could not subsist without dependence on him.

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