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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... Writer were passed Letters on a Tour in Switzerland .. .. .. 16 17 21 29.200 Sonnets to my Children sleeping Literary Recollections of London 28 .. 29 Milk and Honey , or the Land of Promise 35. 179. 243. 376. 435 Modern Pilgrimages ...
... Writer were passed Letters on a Tour in Switzerland .. .. .. 16 17 21 29.200 Sonnets to my Children sleeping Literary Recollections of London 28 .. 29 Milk and Honey , or the Land of Promise 35. 179. 243. 376. 435 Modern Pilgrimages ...
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... Writing Sonnet - Francesco Redi .. PAGE 97 102 113. 321 121 126 140 .. 141 144 . 145 154 155 163 164 , 278. 439. 573 171. 232 181 187 188 192 193.385 199 ib . ib . 209. 301. 423 215 216 224 .. 228 231 All Hallow Eve in Ireland Sonnet ...
... Writing Sonnet - Francesco Redi .. PAGE 97 102 113. 321 121 126 140 .. 141 144 . 145 154 155 163 164 , 278. 439. 573 171. 232 181 187 188 192 193.385 199 ib . ib . 209. 301. 423 215 216 224 .. 228 231 All Hallow Eve in Ireland Sonnet ...
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... write should ever meet a reader's eye ) may now imagine me at the convent gate of Vallerosa . Diverging from the great road , and winding a half - circle round a jutting rock , the convent appears , to the traveller , embosomed in a ...
... write should ever meet a reader's eye ) may now imagine me at the convent gate of Vallerosa . Diverging from the great road , and winding a half - circle round a jutting rock , the convent appears , to the traveller , embosomed in a ...
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... writing , to be the work of the Saint himself , who had been a painter before he became an Evangelist . Upon seeing the painting , which was in a singular state of preservation , I could not help observing that it looked more like the ...
... writing , to be the work of the Saint himself , who had been a painter before he became an Evangelist . Upon seeing the painting , which was in a singular state of preservation , I could not help observing that it looked more like the ...
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... write books- our success has consequently been more complete in the former attempt . We have no such traveller as Humboldt ; yet some people compare him with Dr. Clarke , who , as a brother correspondent observes somewhere , travelled ...
... write books- our success has consequently been more complete in the former attempt . We have no such traveller as Humboldt ; yet some people compare him with Dr. Clarke , who , as a brother correspondent observes somewhere , travelled ...
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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.