The New Monthly Magazine, and Literary Journal, Volumen5Oliver Everett, 1823 |
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... wish . What a funny fellow is " Peter Pindarics ! " How agreeable theCampaigning Cornet ! " " Lips and Kissing " set one's mouth watering.Grimm's Ghost , " like all his family , grim or ghost , is truly delectable . I say nothing of ...
... wish . What a funny fellow is " Peter Pindarics ! " How agreeable theCampaigning Cornet ! " " Lips and Kissing " set one's mouth watering.Grimm's Ghost , " like all his family , grim or ghost , is truly delectable . I say nothing of ...
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... wish the space which I propose to occupy with the present article , would allow me to mention the half of what I ... wishes for a paper on the millennium , and another would be delighted to know the meaning of the hieroglyphics on the ...
... wish the space which I propose to occupy with the present article , would allow me to mention the half of what I ... wishes for a paper on the millennium , and another would be delighted to know the meaning of the hieroglyphics on the ...
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... wish of his heart , -that the two pro- vinces should form one undivided commonwealth ; to which the Con- gress attached the title of " Republic of Colombia . " A new capital was ordered to be constructed , which should be known to after ...
... wish of his heart , -that the two pro- vinces should form one undivided commonwealth ; to which the Con- gress attached the title of " Republic of Colombia . " A new capital was ordered to be constructed , which should be known to after ...
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... wish , He comes again to - morrow . In air let pheasants range , ' Tis to me a glorious sight , Which no fire of mine shall change Into grovelling blood and night ; I am no hound to pant and bound Behind a stag that's flying , Nor can I ...
... wish , He comes again to - morrow . In air let pheasants range , ' Tis to me a glorious sight , Which no fire of mine shall change Into grovelling blood and night ; I am no hound to pant and bound Behind a stag that's flying , Nor can I ...
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... wishes to divert himself , takes a walk , a mode of enjoyment quite alien to the notions of an unfortunate two - penny postman . Amusement consists principally in the excitement which the mind experiences from a change of ideas ; and it ...
... wishes to divert himself , takes a walk , a mode of enjoyment quite alien to the notions of an unfortunate two - penny postman . Amusement consists principally in the excitement which the mind experiences from a change of ideas ; and it ...
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Página 471 - Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world dreaming on things to come, Can yet the lease of my true love control, Suppos'd as forfeit to a confin'd doom.
Página 471 - 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 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 470 - 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...
Página 227 - O, welcome, pure-eyed Faith, white-handed Hope, Thou hovering angel girt with golden wings, And thou unblemished form of Chastity!
Página 472 - O father, what a hell of witchcraft lies In the small orb of one particular tear! But with the inundation of the eyes What rocky heart to water will not wear?
Página 227 - With that same vaunted name, Virginity. Beauty is Nature's coin; must not be hoarded, But must be current; and the good thereof Consists in mutual and partaken bliss, Unsavoury in th
Página 435 - Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins : thy neck is as a tower of ivory. Thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim : thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.
Página 471 - ... 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 471 - 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.