The New Monthly Magazine, Volumen3E. Littell, 1822 |
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... once more to the temple , and there the sea - born Venus herself appeared before me , in the form of Sratonice , not in the cumbrous splendour of her bridal robes , but clad only in her divinity , as just risen from the wave . I seized ...
... once more to the temple , and there the sea - born Venus herself appeared before me , in the form of Sratonice , not in the cumbrous splendour of her bridal robes , but clad only in her divinity , as just risen from the wave . I seized ...
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... once resolv- ed on such a pilgrimage myself , but made very little progress in it ; my journey proved a very short one . My terminus à quo , as the lawyers call it , was Fleet - market , and my terminus ad quem , Cha- ring - cross ; yet ...
... once resolv- ed on such a pilgrimage myself , but made very little progress in it ; my journey proved a very short one . My terminus à quo , as the lawyers call it , was Fleet - market , and my terminus ad quem , Cha- ring - cross ; yet ...
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... once the residence of Justice Shal- low ! " I was once of Clement's Inn , where I think they will talk of mad Shallow yet . " Who can pass the entrance without remem- bering how " Jack Falstaff broke Skogan's head at the court - gate ...
... once the residence of Justice Shal- low ! " I was once of Clement's Inn , where I think they will talk of mad Shallow yet . " Who can pass the entrance without remem- bering how " Jack Falstaff broke Skogan's head at the court - gate ...
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... once , into all her affairs . She told us , her foes held her there by a capias , She meant , as she told us , to move for her habeas , But has not -- perhaps on account of the corpus , For her's , entre nous , is as big as a porpus ...
... once , into all her affairs . She told us , her foes held her there by a capias , She meant , as she told us , to move for her habeas , But has not -- perhaps on account of the corpus , For her's , entre nous , is as big as a porpus ...
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... once a quarter , or once a month , according to the will of their publishers . They dedicate nothing to posterity ; but toil on for applause till praise sickens , and their " life's idle business " grows too heavy to be borne . They ...
... once a quarter , or once a month , according to the will of their publishers . They dedicate nothing to posterity ; but toil on for applause till praise sickens , and their " life's idle business " grows too heavy to be borne . They ...
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Página 415 - The moon shines bright : — In such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they did make no noise...
Página 491 - Sweet Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die.
Página 238 - Purification in the old law did save, And such, as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind. Her face was...
Página 236 - Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Página 237 - LAWRENCE, of virtuous father virtuous son, Now that the fields are dank, and ways are mire, Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fire Help waste a sullen day, what may be won From the hard season gaining? Time will run On smoother, till Favonius reinspire The frozen earth, and clothe in fresh attire The lily and rose, that neither sowed nor spun.
Página 551 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny : You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face ; You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Página 236 - CROMWELL, our chief of men, who through a cloud Not of war only, but detractions rude, Guided by faith and matchless fortitude, To peace and truth thy glorious way hast ploughed...
Página 220 - God Almighty first planted a garden; and, indeed, it is the purest of human pleasures; it is the greatest refreshment to the spirits of man; without which buildings and palaces are but gross handyworks...
Página 491 - This dish of meat is too good for any but Anglers, or very honest men ; and I trust, you will prove both, and therefore I have trusted you with this secret.
Página 237 - When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not : in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans The vales redoubled to the hills and they To heaven.