The British Magazine, Or, Miscellany of Polite Literature Comprehending an Analysis of Modern Publications, Volumen1J. Robins, 1823 |
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... reputation of being the best English version of the Teian bard , though by no means the best translation . The reputa- VOL . I. March , 1823. Br . Mag , B tion which this procured him , and , we believe Memoir of Thomas Moore,
... reputation of being the best English version of the Teian bard , though by no means the best translation . The reputa- VOL . I. March , 1823. Br . Mag , B tion which this procured him , and , we believe Memoir of Thomas Moore,
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... means of support . It happens in his instance , as the reverse happens to thousands who pursue a similar course , that he could not have chosen a more secure or honorable mode of life , and , at the same time , one so congenial to his ...
... means of support . It happens in his instance , as the reverse happens to thousands who pursue a similar course , that he could not have chosen a more secure or honorable mode of life , and , at the same time , one so congenial to his ...
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... means , land . It was in vain ; high banks of clay met my view on both sides of the stream , and the accelerated motion of the boat presented an obstacle to my taking advantage of any irregularities in them , by which I might otherwise ...
... means , land . It was in vain ; high banks of clay met my view on both sides of the stream , and the accelerated motion of the boat presented an obstacle to my taking advantage of any irregularities in them , by which I might otherwise ...
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... means I came into such a situation ; of my sailing on the river , of my fears and unpleasant sensations , and of being dashed down the falls of Ohiopyle , I retained not the slightest recollection . I cast my eyes around , in hopes of ...
... means I came into such a situation ; of my sailing on the river , of my fears and unpleasant sensations , and of being dashed down the falls of Ohiopyle , I retained not the slightest recollection . I cast my eyes around , in hopes of ...
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... means do not warrant . Luxury and profusion have become the deities of our hearths ; the desire of vying with superiors , and outdoing equals , the only ambition of English hospitality . ' Nothing could reconcile us to Major Ravelin ...
... means do not warrant . Luxury and profusion have become the deities of our hearths ; the desire of vying with superiors , and outdoing equals , the only ambition of English hospitality . ' Nothing could reconcile us to Major Ravelin ...
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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...