The British Magazine, Or, Miscellany of Polite Literature Comprehending an Analysis of Modern Publications, Volumen1J. Robins, 1823 |
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... night and day : it is my only resource . My eyes are heavy with watching , my hand is wearied with writing , and my ... nights and weary days - so many specimens Essays on Petrarch .
... night and day : it is my only resource . My eyes are heavy with watching , my hand is wearied with writing , and my ... nights and weary days - so many specimens Essays on Petrarch .
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" watchful nights and weary days - so many specimens of a noble genius , and of a benevolent heart ? In the letter which Petrarch addressed , a few months before his death , to posterity , as his last legacy , and as the ultimate result ...
" watchful nights and weary days - so many specimens of a noble genius , and of a benevolent heart ? In the letter which Petrarch addressed , a few months before his death , to posterity , as his last legacy , and as the ultimate result ...
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... night to my chamber . Being sleepless from the train of ideas which rushed over my mind , the observations that I had made since I arrived at the house mingled with my other thoughts . Malgré some things of which I could not approve , I ...
... night to my chamber . Being sleepless from the train of ideas which rushed over my mind , the observations that I had made since I arrived at the house mingled with my other thoughts . Malgré some things of which I could not approve , I ...
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... night - trust to my guidance . Here is an ancient hall , within four miles , with an old knightly pantaloon for its lord - an all - be - ruffed Dame Barbara for the lady gay - a Jesuit , in a butler's habit , to say grace - an old tale ...
... night - trust to my guidance . Here is an ancient hall , within four miles , with an old knightly pantaloon for its lord - an all - be - ruffed Dame Barbara for the lady gay - a Jesuit , in a butler's habit , to say grace - an old tale ...
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... night , Sir , " said Peveril to the stranger . " I ask your forgiveness , if I have misconstrued you in any thing ; but the times are perilous , and a man's life may depend on the society in which he travels . " " True , " said the ...
... night , Sir , " said Peveril to the stranger . " I ask your forgiveness , if I have misconstrued you in any thing ; but the times are perilous , and a man's life may depend on the society in which he travels . " " True , " said 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...