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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... perhaps , before Phoebus Apollo shall have twice reposed him with the goddess of the western wave , will be reduced to ashes , and consigned to an urn , by the sons and daughters of Cos ; but in my better and nobler self , those ...
... perhaps , before Phoebus Apollo shall have twice reposed him with the goddess of the western wave , will be reduced to ashes , and consigned to an urn , by the sons and daughters of Cos ; but in my better and nobler self , those ...
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... perhaps , the most interesting of any . The tables were taken up , and the Prince took his station under the place of honour , where his achievement was beautifully embroidered , and advised well of sundry matters with the ambassadors ...
... perhaps , the most interesting of any . The tables were taken up , and the Prince took his station under the place of honour , where his achievement was beautifully embroidered , and advised well of sundry matters with the ambassadors ...
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... perhaps , Nature can hardly supply a more enchanting scene of beauty and all - varied grace and luxuriance . A tone of retired peace and primitive repose reigns throughout the place . The old Swiss warrior of the 13th century , who ...
... perhaps , Nature can hardly supply a more enchanting scene of beauty and all - varied grace and luxuriance . A tone of retired peace and primitive repose reigns throughout the place . The old Swiss warrior of the 13th century , who ...
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... perhaps , have had some just cause of complaint . Not so in London . There is scarcely one of our illustrious country- men , who has not either first beheld the light within its walls , pursued his avocations within its circuit , or ...
... perhaps , have had some just cause of complaint . Not so in London . There is scarcely one of our illustrious country- men , who has not either first beheld the light within its walls , pursued his avocations within its circuit , or ...
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... perhaps on account of the corpus , For her's , entre nous , is as big as a porpus . She mention'd , with pride , how on last Lord Mayor's - day Her countenance drew all the people away ; But own'd , while they dubb'd her the general ...
... perhaps on account of the corpus , For her's , entre nous , is as big as a porpus . She mention'd , with pride , how on last Lord Mayor's - day Her countenance drew all the people away ; But own'd , while they dubb'd her the general ...
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Página 238 - Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue Could make me any summer's story tell...
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. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die.
Página 354 - Twere now to be most happy, for I fear My soul hath her content so absolute That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate.
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 241 - When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not : in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans The vales redoubled to the hills and they To heaven.
Página 108 - Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream : The genius, and the mortal instruments, Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
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 242 - Rescued from death by force though pale and faint. Mine as whom washed from spot of childbed taint, Purification in the old law did save, And such, as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind: Her face was veiled, yet to my fancied sight, Love, sweetness, goodness in her person shined So clear, as in no face with more delight. But O as to embrace me she inclined I waked, she fled, and day brought back my night.
Página 535 - Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures Whilst the landscape round it measures; Russet lawns, and fallows gray, Where the nibbling flocks do stray; Mountains, on whose barren breast The labouring clouds do often rest ; Meadows trim with daisies pied, Shallow brooks, and rivers wide: Towers and battlements it sees Bosom'd high in tufted trees, Where perhaps some Beauty lies, The Cynosure of neighbouring eyes.
Página 494 - Peter's master upon my reader, "and upon all that are true lovers of virtue; and dare trust in his providence; and be quiet; And go a angling.