The British Magazine, Or, Miscellany of Polite Literature Comprehending an Analysis of Modern Publications, Volumen1J. Robins, 1823 |
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... heard in these paroxysms of grief , made him experience " the torments of hell . " By degrees he found delight in nourishing his sorrows , and resigned himself during the rest of his life to those reveries which beset ardent minds , and ...
... heard in these paroxysms of grief , made him experience " the torments of hell . " By degrees he found delight in nourishing his sorrows , and resigned himself during the rest of his life to those reveries which beset ardent minds , and ...
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... heard of death ; I had seen him in various forms ; I had been in camps , where he rages ; but never till now did he seem so terrible . Still the beautiful face of nature , which had tempted me to my fate , was the same ; the clear sky ...
... heard of death ; I had seen him in various forms ; I had been in camps , where he rages ; but never till now did he seem so terrible . Still the beautiful face of nature , which had tempted me to my fate , was the same ; the clear sky ...
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... heard no longer the horrible noise , and insensibility afforded me a relief from my misery . · It was long before I again experienced any sensation . At last I awoke , as it seemed to me from a long and troubled sleep ; but my me- mory ...
... heard no longer the horrible noise , and insensibility afforded me a relief from my misery . · It was long before I again experienced any sensation . At last I awoke , as it seemed to me from a long and troubled sleep ; but my me- mory ...
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... heard him assert that the ruin of the national affairs was at hand , I feared that his own were embarrassed ; when I listened to his prophecy , that the general overthrow of property was inevitable , I was strengthened in my suspicion ...
... heard him assert that the ruin of the national affairs was at hand , I feared that his own were embarrassed ; when I listened to his prophecy , that the general overthrow of property was inevitable , I was strengthened in my suspicion ...
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... heard - for I think Margaret Stanley would not be indifferent to my fate — that after my husband's murther at Bolton , I took up the standard which be never dropped until his death , and displayed it with my own hand in our So ...
... heard - for I think Margaret Stanley would not be indifferent to my fate — that after my husband's murther at Bolton , I took up the standard which be never dropped until his death , and displayed it with my own hand in our So ...
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Pasajes populares
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...