New Monthly Magazine, and Universal Register, Volumen7Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth Henry Colburn, 1823 |
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... hope he is gone to Spain for more news of his interesting curate . I wish also your " Silent River " would murmur once more : he flows with so sweet and melancholy a movement , that all your readers must cry out " That strain again ...
... hope he is gone to Spain for more news of his interesting curate . I wish also your " Silent River " would murmur once more : he flows with so sweet and melancholy a movement , that all your readers must cry out " That strain again ...
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... hope I am not alone in my partiality for that writer ; for whether he favours us with verse or prose I am equally prepared to admire his wit , and to venerate the deep thought which that wit involves . With this lively interest in your ...
... hope I am not alone in my partiality for that writer ; for whether he favours us with verse or prose I am equally prepared to admire his wit , and to venerate the deep thought which that wit involves . With this lively interest in your ...
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... hope of being relieved . In consequence of its obstinate resistance , Bolivar determined simply to invest it , and was deterred from attempting an assault , which must have proved murderous , and might have miscarried . During this ...
... hope of being relieved . In consequence of its obstinate resistance , Bolivar determined simply to invest it , and was deterred from attempting an assault , which must have proved murderous , and might have miscarried . During this ...
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... hope ever to see , the group being banished with the rest of the Carbonari to Siberia . Of Canova's two Venuses , Mr. Hope's is be- yond comparison the superior - it is the work of the mature artist ; that at Florence of one who makes a ...
... hope ever to see , the group being banished with the rest of the Carbonari to Siberia . Of Canova's two Venuses , Mr. Hope's is be- yond comparison the superior - it is the work of the mature artist ; that at Florence of one who makes a ...
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... hope you keep up your Latin ) -I will , with your permis- sion , analyse your apparel from head to foot - ab ovo usque ad mala . ' The latter quotation is from Horace . To begin , then , with your hat : I am sorry to find it white : Sir ...
... hope you keep up your Latin ) -I will , with your permis- sion , analyse your apparel from head to foot - ab ovo usque ad mala . ' The latter quotation is from Horace . To begin , then , with your hat : I am sorry to find it white : Sir ...
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Página 472 - But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest ; Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou growest : So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
Página 243 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed: Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face; That makes simplicity a grace ; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Página 473 - In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou seest the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourished by. This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long : LXXIV.
Página 473 - In me. thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west ; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
Página 473 - And the sad augurs mock their own presage; Incertainties now crown themselves assured, And peace proclaims olives of endless age. Now with the drops of this most balmy time My love looks fresh, and Death to me subscribes. Since, spite of him, I'll live in this poor rhyme, While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes; And thou in this shalt find thy monument, When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent.
Página 227 - O, welcome, pure-eyed Faith, white-handed Hope, Thou hovering angel girt with golden wings, And thou unblemished form of Chastity!
Página 473 - Anon permit the basest clouds to ride, With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace : Even so my sun one early morn did shine With all-triumphant splendour on my brow ; But out, alack ! he was but one hour mine, The region cloud hath mask'd him from me now. Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth; Suns of the world may stain when heaven's sun staineth XXXIV.
Página 473 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Página 473 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace. Even so my sun one early morn did shine With all-triumphant splendour on my brow; But out, alack!
Página 472 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd...