The Edinburgh Review: Or Critical Journal, Volume 185

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A. Constable, 1897

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Page 89 - which Morris laid such stress upon that he repeats it twice in emphatic italics, is this : ' Have nothing in your ' houses that you do not know to be useful or believe to be ' beautiful.
Page 304 - absolutely the best house in London,' was regarded in 1784 as ' a small house between a Street and a Stable Yard.' Instead of it, he ' began to occupy a spacious and convenient 'Mansion, connected on the North side with the City (of ' Lausanne) and open on the South to a beautiful and
Page 503 - t' Some rhyme a neebor's name to lash, Some rhyme (vain thought ! ) for needfu' cash, Some rhyme to court the kintra clash, An' raise a din ; For me, an aim I never fash— I rhyme for
Page 307 - is equal to my wishes. . . . The present is a fleeting moment : the past is no more : and our prospect of futurity is dark and doubtful. This day may possibly be my last : but the laws of probability, so true in general, so
Page 534 - say that, excepting immediately under the fire of Dover Castle, there is not a spot on the coast on which infantry might not be thrown on shore at any time of tide, with any wind, and in any weather . . . that, in
Page 269 - the expenditure of the United Kingdom should be defrayed ' indiscriminately ' by equal taxes imposed on the same articles in each ' country, subject only to such particular exemptions or abatements in Ireland, and in that part of Great Britain called Scotland, as circumstances may appear from time to time to
Page 89 - ask action, And dream of arms and conflict, and string up All self-devotion's muscles ; and are set To fold up papers. To what end ? We know not. Other folks do so ; it is always done ; • And it perhaps is right. And we are paid for it, For nothing else we can be.
Page 73 - Our tough spears crackled up like straw ; He was the first to turn and draw His sword, that had nor speck nor flaw— Hah .' Hah ! la belle jaune giroflée. But I felt weaker than a maid, And my brain, dizzied and afraid, Within my helm a fierce tune play'd— Hah
Page 73 - giroflée ! " The fierce tune in my helm would play, " La belle ! la belle ! jaune giroflée ! " Hah ! Hah ! la belle jaune giroflée. Once more the great swords met again, " La belle ! la belle ! " but who fell then ? Le Sieur Guillaume, who struck down ten ;— Hah
Page 165 - the means to pay the sum in respect of which he has made default, and has refused or neglected or refuses or neglects to pay the

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