Book-lore: A Magazine Devoted to Old Time Literature, Volume 1

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Elliot Stock, 1885
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Pagina 9 - By what means," said the prince, "are the Europeans thus powerful; or why, since they can so easily visit Asia and Africa for trade or conquest, cannot the Asiatics and Africans invade their coasts, plant colonies in their ports, and give laws to their natural princes? The same wind that carries them back would bring us thither.
Pagina 155 - Two loves I have of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still; The better angel is a man right fair, The worser spirit a woman, colour'd ill. To win me soon to hell, my female evil Tempteth my better angel from my side, And would corrupt my saint to be a devil, Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
Pagina 54 - Walter Scott has no business to write novels, especially good ones. It is not fair. He has fame and profit enough as a poet, and should not be taking the bread out of the mouths of other people. I do not like him, and do not mean to like " Waverley " if I can help it, but fear I must.
Pagina 150 - If a man spends lavishly on his library, you call him mad— a bibliomaniac. But you never call any one a horsemaniac, though men ruin themselves every day by their horses, and you do not hear of people ruining themselves by their books.
Pagina 8 - Rasselas; insomuch, that I have heard Johnson say, that if they had not been published so closely one after the other that there was not time for imitation, it would have been in vain to deny that the scheme of that which came latest was taken from the other.
Pagina 159 - And it seemed to a fanciful view, To weep for the buds it had left with regret, On the flourishing bush where it grew I hastily seized it, unfit as it was For a nosegay, so dripping and drowned, And swinging it rudely, too rudely, alas ! I snapped it, it fell to the ground. And such...
Pagina 155 - That tongue that tells the story of thy days, Making lascivious comments on thy sport, Cannot dispraise but in a kind of praise; Naming thy name blesses an ill report.
Pagina 130 - Observe him nearly, lest he climb To wound the bards of ancient time, Or down the vale of fancy go To tear some modern wretch below. On every corner fix thine eye, Or ten to one he slips thee by.
Pagina 155 - To the true ennobled Lady, and his most bountifull Mistris, Mistris Anne Fitton, Mayde of Honour to the most sacred Mayde, Royall Queene Elizabeth.
Pagina 115 - Assyrian plains, the out-comings and in-goings of the patriarchs — Abraham and Ishmael, Isaac in the fields at eventide, Rebekah at the well, Jacob's guile, Esau's face reddened by desert sunheat, Joseph's splendid funeral procession — all these things I find within the boards of my Old Testament. What a silence in those old books as of a half-peopled world — what bleating of flocks, what green pastoral rest, what indubitable human existence! Across brawling centuries of blood and war, I hear...

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