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" At this my heart sank within me: the whole foundation on which my life was constructed fell down. All my happiness was to have been found in the continual pursuit of this end. The end had ceased to charm, and how could there ever again be any interest... "
The Quarterly Review - Page 15
edited by - 1913
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The Edinburgh Review: Or Critical Journal, Volume 139

1874 - 596 pages
...you ? " And an irrepressible self-consciousness distinctly answered, " No ! " At this my heart sank within me : the whole foundation on which my life...means ? I seemed to have nothing left to live for. ' For some months the cloud seemed to grow thicker and thicker. The lines in Coleridge's " Dejection...
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The Living Age, Volume 119

1873 - 892 pages
...you ? " And an irrepressible self-consciousness distinctly answered, " No ! " At this my heart sank within me : the whole foundation on which my life...means ? I seemed to have nothing left to live for. At first I hoped that the cloud would pass away of itself ; but it did not. A night's sleep, the sovereign...
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Fraser's Magazine, Volume 88

1873 - 824 pages
...to you ? ' And an irrepressible self-consciousness distinctly answered, 'No!' At this my heart sank within me: the whole foundation on which my life was...means ? I seemed to have nothing left to live for. He fell into a state of dejection which lasted for months. He carried it into all companies, into all...
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The Evangelical repository. Vol. 1- new

1874 - 332 pages
...to you ? ' And an irrepressible self-consciousness distinctly answered ' No !' At this my heart sank within me ; the whole foundation on which my life...means ? I seemed to have nothing left to live for. At first I hoped that the cloud would pass away of itself; but it did not. A night's sleep, the sovereign...
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The City-road Magazine, for ..., Volume 4

1874 - 618 pages
...you ? ' And an irrepressible selfconsciousness distinctly answered, ' No ! ' At this my heart sank within me : the whole foundation on which my life...means ? I seemed to have nothing left to live for. At first I hoped that the cloud would pass away of itself; but it did not. A night's sleep, the sovereign...
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The Edinburgh Review, Volume 139

1874 - 600 pages
...whole foundation on which my life was constructed fell down. All my happiness was to have been ftmnd in the continual pursuit of this end. The end had...means ? I seemed to have nothing left to live for. 'For some months the cloud seemed to grow thicker and thicker. Tbe lines in Coleridge's " Dejection...
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New Englander and Yale Review, Volume 33

Edward Royall Tyler, William Lathrop Kingsley, George Park Fisher, Timothy Dwight - 1874 - 852 pages
...constructed fell down. All my happiness was to have been found in the continual pursuit of this one end. The end had ceased to charm, and how could there...means ? I seemed to have nothing left to live for. .... In vain I sought relief from my favorite books; those memorials of past nobleness and greatness...
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The Baptist Quarterly, Volume 8

Lucius Edwin Smith, Henry Griggs Weston - 1874 - 524 pages
...attainments, his sanguine.hopes, and his gifted associations, a profound sadnesa overshadowed him. and how could there ever again be any interest in...means ? I seemed to have nothing left to live for. A deep gloom, lasting for many months followed, in which life yielded no pleasure and no hope. From...
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The Christian observer [afterw.] The Christian observer and advocate

1874 - 1020 pages
...happiness was to have been found in the continual pursuit of this end. The end had ceased to charm, aud how could there ever again be any interest in the means ? I seemed to have nothing left to live for. ... In vain I sought relief from my favourite books ; those memorials of past nobleness and greatness...
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The Contemporary Review, Volume 28

1876 - 1072 pages
...the continual pursuit of this end. The end had ceased to charm, and how could there ever again lie any interest in the means ? I seemed to have nothing left to live for." (Pp. 132, 133. 134.) At first he hoped that the cloud would pass away. It did not. " It seemed to grow...
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