New Monthly Magazine, and Universal Register, Volumen4Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth Henry Colburn, 1822 |
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... delightful alternations of French vivacity and playfulness . The thought struck me one evening in her society that she resembled Hebe acting the part of Minerva , for the entertainment of the court of Olympus . I addressed her a copy of ...
... delightful alternations of French vivacity and playfulness . The thought struck me one evening in her society that she resembled Hebe acting the part of Minerva , for the entertainment of the court of Olympus . I addressed her a copy of ...
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... delight the effaced characters reproduced , with the exception only of a few places which I have marked in the translation . The picture was almost perfectly restored . It would be difficult to describe the satisfaction of the learned ...
... delight the effaced characters reproduced , with the exception only of a few places which I have marked in the translation . The picture was almost perfectly restored . It would be difficult to describe the satisfaction of the learned ...
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... delight into which this vision threw my senses and my soul , I took out my pencil , and tried to sketch the heavenly idea . The ceremonial was repeated during three suc- cessive days , and each day I returned to my task - in vain . The ...
... delight into which this vision threw my senses and my soul , I took out my pencil , and tried to sketch the heavenly idea . The ceremonial was repeated during three suc- cessive days , and each day I returned to my task - in vain . The ...
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... delightful , and the breeze fair . But after an hour passed upon the water , the sun having nearly reached the boundary of the west , a small black cloud obscured a portion of his orb . The sailors observed it with ominous silence . The ...
... delightful , and the breeze fair . But after an hour passed upon the water , the sun having nearly reached the boundary of the west , a small black cloud obscured a portion of his orb . The sailors observed it with ominous silence . The ...
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... delight and astonishment , gliding forth in all its pellucid beauty , from a lofty wall of rock amidst the shade of these sylvan recesses . The stream is seventeen feet in width , and four or five in depth at its issuing from the rocks ...
... delight and astonishment , gliding forth in all its pellucid beauty , from a lofty wall of rock amidst the shade of these sylvan recesses . The stream is seventeen feet in width , and four or five in depth at its issuing from the rocks ...
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Página 419 - 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 495 - 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 241 - AVENGE, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold ; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones...
Página 485 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Página 242 - ... 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 re-inspire The frozen earth, and clothe in fresh attire The lily and rose, that neither- sow'd nor spun. What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice, Of Attic taste, with wine...
Página 241 - God's trophies, and his work pursued, While Darwen stream, with blood of Scots imbrued; And Dunbar field, resounds thy praises loud. And Worcester's laureate wreath : yet much remains To conquer still ; Peace hath her victories No less renowned than War: new foes arise, Threatening to bind our souls with secular chains. Help us to save free conscience from the paw Of hireling wolves, whose Gospel is their maw.
Página 241 - 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 240 - 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 75 - I sit by and sing. Or gather rushes to make many a ring For thy long fingers; tell thee tales of love, How the pale Phoebe, hunting in a grove, First saw the boy Endymion, from whose eyes She took eternal fire that never dies ; How she convey'd him softly in a sleep.
Página 555 - 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.