The Quarterly Review, Volume 18 (Google eBook)

William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, Sir William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero Baron Ernle, George Walter Prothero

John Murray, 1818

Contents

• Historical Sketches of the South of India in an: 47
• The Lives of Haydn and Mozart with Observations: 73
• The History of Brazil By Robert Southey Vol ii: 99
• Plan of Parliamentary Reform in the form of a Cate: 128
• Relation Historique du Voyage de MM de Humboldt: 135
• A practical Inquiry into the Causes of the frequent: 158
• Naufrage de la Fregate La Meduse faisanl partie: 168
• a Tale of the seventeenth Century: 176
• Narrative of a Voyage to Hudsons Bay in his Majestys: 199
• Panorama dAngleterre ou Ephemcrides Anglaises Poli: 223
• Anecdotes of the Life of Richard Watson D D Bishop: 229
• No XXXVI: 259
• Account of a Voyage of Discovery to the West Coast: 308
• Foliage or Poems Original and Translated By Leigh: 324
• Narrative of an Expedition to explore the River Zaire: 335
• Frankenstein or the Modern Prometheus: 380
• An Essay on the Principles and Construction of Military: 423
• A Memoir on the Geography of the NorthEastern Part: 431
• Characters of Shakespears Plays By William Hazlitt: 458
• Brudstykker af en Dagbok holden i Gronland i Aarene: 480
• Investigation of the Cause of Easter 1818 being appointed: 496
• The Secret and True History of the Church of Scotland: 502
• Note on Colonel Wilkss Explanation: 541
• Index: 548

Popular passages

Page 383 - I thought I saw Elizabeth, in the bloom of health, walking in the streets of Ingolstadt. Delighted and surprised, I embraced her ; but as I imprinted the first kiss on her lips, they became livid with the hue of death ; her features appeared to change, and I thought that I held the corpse of my dead mother in my arms ; a shroud enveloped her form, and I saw the grave-worms crawling in the folds of the flannel.‎

Page 196 - That it is better that ten guilty persons escape, than that one innocent man should suffer.‎

Page 382 - His limbs were in proportion and I had selected his features as beautiful. Beautiful!— Great God! His yellow skin scarcely covered the work of muscles and arteries beneath; his hair was of a lustrous black, and flowing; his teeth of a pearly whiteness; but these luxuriances only formed a more horrid contrast with his watery eyes, that seemed almost of the same colour as the dun white sockets in which they were set, his shrivelled complexion and straight black lips.‎

Page 459 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.‎

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Bibliographic information

• Title: The Quarterly Review, Volume 18
• Authors: William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, Sir William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero Baron Ernle, George Walter Prothero
• Publisher: John Murray, 1818
• Original from: the University of Michigan
• Digitized: Jun 13, 2005