The British Magazine, Or, Miscellany of Polite Literature Comprehending an Analysis of Modern Publications, Volumen1J. Robins, 1823 |
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... Death of Robert Bloomfield 427 The Life of William Davison . By Nicholas Harris Nicolas , Esq . Memoir of Lord Holland 428 433 The Stranger's Grave 434 Naval Records ; or , the Chronicles of the Line of Battle Ships of the Royal Navy ...
... Death of Robert Bloomfield 427 The Life of William Davison . By Nicholas Harris Nicolas , Esq . Memoir of Lord Holland 428 433 The Stranger's Grave 434 Naval Records ; or , the Chronicles of the Line of Battle Ships of the Royal Navy ...
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... death he wrote an elegant but strangely exaggerated monody . He has since published that gentleman's Dramatic Works , and is now employed upon his Life . Common fame attributes to Mr. Moore several articles in the Edinburgh Review ; but ...
... death he wrote an elegant but strangely exaggerated monody . He has since published that gentleman's Dramatic Works , and is now employed upon his Life . Common fame attributes to Mr. Moore several articles in the Edinburgh Review ; but ...
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... death had compelled him to be liberal- " In good truth , " he writes to Boccacio , " I know not what you mean by answering , that you are my debtor in money ! Oh ! if I were able to enrich you ! -but for two friends like ourselves , who ...
... death had compelled him to be liberal- " In good truth , " he writes to Boccacio , " I know not what you mean by answering , that you are my debtor in money ! Oh ! if I were able to enrich you ! -but for two friends like ourselves , who ...
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... death , to posterity , as his last legacy , and as the ultimate result of his long studies , he declares , that he never found a phi- losophical system which was satisfactory to him ; and scarcely an histo- rical fact , on the truth of ...
... death , to posterity , as his last legacy , and as the ultimate result of his long studies , he declares , that he never found a phi- losophical system which was satisfactory to him ; and scarcely an histo- rical fact , on the truth of ...
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... Death's gloom , Her to behold , whom ne'er to have seen were best . ' It is impossible to praise too highly the elegance , the fidelity , and the spirit of these translations ; it would be difficult to say whether the ori- ginal or the ...
... Death's gloom , Her to behold , whom ne'er to have seen were best . ' It is impossible to praise too highly the elegance , the fidelity , and the spirit of these translations ; it would be difficult to say whether the ori- ginal or the ...
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Página 54 - When Jesus therefore saw his mother, and the disciple standing by whom he loved, he saith unto his mother, "Woman, behold thy son!" Then saith he to the disciple, "Behold thy mother!" And from that hour that disciple took her unto his own home.
Página 354 - On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood ; (Loose his beard and hoary hair, Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air,) And with a master's hand and prophet's fire Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre...
Página 235 - Her pranks the favorite theme of every tongue. But now the day was come, the day, the hour; Now, frowning, smiling, for the hundredth time, The nurse, that ancient lady, preached decorum; And, in the lustre of her youth, she gave Her hand, with her heart in it, to Francesco. Great was the joy; but at the Bridal feast, When all sat down, the Bride was wanting there. Nor was she to be found ! Her Father cried " 'Tis but to make a trial of our love...
Página 54 - When JESUS, therefore, saw his mother, and the disciple standing by whom he loved, he saith unto his mother, Woman, behold thy son. Then saith he to the disciple, Behold thy mother. And from that hour that disciple took her unto his own home.
Página 200 - His hours, and rivals opium and his brides ; Magnificent in Stamboul, but less grand, Though not less loved, in Wapping or the Strand ; Divine in hookas, glorious in a pipe, When...
Página 263 - For the Oracles of God, Four Orations. For Judgment to come, an Argument, in nine parts.
Página 232 - O Italy, how beautiful thou art ! Yet I could weep— for thou art lying, alas ! Low in the dust ; and they who come, admire thee As we admire the beautiful in death.
Página 297 - How eager all the earth is for the blow Which shall lay bare her bosom to the sword; How all the nations deem her their worst foe, That worse than worst of foes, the once adored False friend, who held out freedom to mankind...
Página 77 - A quarter-grown cub, that had hitherto been unseen, now appeared, dropping from the branches of a sapling, that grew under the shade of the beech which held its dam. This ignorant but vicious creature, approached...
Página 235 - Tis but to make a trial of our love !" And filled his glass to all ; but his hand shook, And soon from guest to guest the panic spread. 'Twas but that instant she had left Francesco, Laughing and looking back and flying still, Her ivory tooth imprinted on his finger. But now, alas, she was not to be found ; Nor from that hour could...