New Monthly Magazine, and Universal Register, Volumen8Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Thomas Hood, Theodore Edward Hook, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth E. W. Allen, 1823 |
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... land- scape in that despair of heart which I have described , my downcast eyes fell upon the waters gliding placidly ... bright firmament of stars above , Nor goodly vessels gliding o'er the main , Nor warlike prowess of the knightly ...
... land- scape in that despair of heart which I have described , my downcast eyes fell upon the waters gliding placidly ... bright firmament of stars above , Nor goodly vessels gliding o'er the main , Nor warlike prowess of the knightly ...
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... bright light falls , is very finely coloured as well as drawn - though the flesh is rather too marbly to give the ... land . Is ' t fear that on my heart lays hold ? I am not cast in coward mould- I've braved the battle man to man , And ...
... bright light falls , is very finely coloured as well as drawn - though the flesh is rather too marbly to give the ... land . Is ' t fear that on my heart lays hold ? I am not cast in coward mould- I've braved the battle man to man , And ...
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... bright spot in the land of promise ; secure that , when they do visit it , I shall not , in so doing , have anticipated the impressions they will receive from 162 British Galleries of Art .
... bright spot in the land of promise ; secure that , when they do visit it , I shall not , in so doing , have anticipated the impressions they will receive from 162 British Galleries of Art .
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... Land , of whose romantic bowers The Arab in his desert dreams , Where chiefless halls and Moorish towers Hang mouldering o'er thy silent streams ; By them seen rolling to the sea In many a bright and varied maze , As they have view'd ...
... Land , of whose romantic bowers The Arab in his desert dreams , Where chiefless halls and Moorish towers Hang mouldering o'er thy silent streams ; By them seen rolling to the sea In many a bright and varied maze , As they have view'd ...
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... bright land ! Where are the Fauns , whose flute - notes breathe and die On the green hills ? the founts , from sparry caves , Through the wild places bearing melody ? The soft reeds whispering o'er the river - waves ? -Far in my own bright ...
... bright land ! Where are the Fauns , whose flute - notes breathe and die On the green hills ? the founts , from sparry caves , Through the wild places bearing melody ? The soft reeds whispering o'er the river - waves ? -Far in my own bright ...
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Página 113 - It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that I wrote the last lines of the last page, in a summer-house in my garden. After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent.
Página 539 - O'er-run and trampled on: then what they do in present, Though less than yours in past, must o'ertop yours; For time is like a fashionable host That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And, with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps in the comer: welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing.
Página 160 - Far down, and shining through their stillness lies ! Thou hast the starry gems, the burning gold, Won from ten thousand royal argosies ! — . Sweep o'er thy spoils, thou wild and wrathful main...
Página 41 - Ye winds that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me ? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.
Página 177 - Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen Full many a sprightly race Disporting on thy margent green The paths of pleasure trace; Who foremost now delight to cleave With pliant arm, thy glassy wave? The captive linnet which enthral? What idle progeny succeed To chase the rolling circle's speed, Or urge the flying ball?
Página 540 - High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin...
Página 264 - In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
Página 229 - Turk: false of heart, light of ear, bloody of hand; hog in sloth, fox in stealth, wolf in greediness, dog in madness, lion in prey.
Página 160 - Give back the lost and lovely! — those for whom The place was kept at board and hearth so long! The prayer went up through midnight's breathless gloom, And the vain yearning woke 'midst festal song!
Página 273 - Go, let oblivion's curtain fall Upon the stage of men, Nor with thy rising beams recall Life's tragedy again. Its piteous pageants bring not back, Nor waken flesh, upon the rack Of pain anew to writhe ; Stretch'd in disease's shapes abhorr'd, Or mown in battle by the sword, Like grass beneath the scythe.