Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volumen14W. Blackwood & Sons, 1823 |
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... hand , and in an action of great force , bends towards the Queen . His countenance is remonstrative and imperious . At the opposite side of the picture stands Erskine , leaning over Mary in an attitude of concilia- tion . Mary sits at a ...
... hand , and in an action of great force , bends towards the Queen . His countenance is remonstrative and imperious . At the opposite side of the picture stands Erskine , leaning over Mary in an attitude of concilia- tion . Mary sits at a ...
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... hand is fumbling about his breast - plate , and the left , half un- consciously , as it were , is fiddling about the tankard on the table there behind her . As Wordsworth says , in compli- menting a painting by Sir George Beaumont ...
... hand is fumbling about his breast - plate , and the left , half un- consciously , as it were , is fiddling about the tankard on the table there behind her . As Wordsworth says , in compli- menting a painting by Sir George Beaumont ...
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... hand to have the cupola of the New Advocates ' Library here in Edinburgh painted , would have turned their pa- tronizing eyes and liberal hands to- wards George Cruikshank . The ca- ricature which they have procured for the ...
... hand to have the cupola of the New Advocates ' Library here in Edinburgh painted , would have turned their pa- tronizing eyes and liberal hands to- wards George Cruikshank . The ca- ricature which they have procured for the ...
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... hand into the pockets of the sinecurists of Scotland . And is this a time for calling upon the legis- lature of this mighty empire to em- barrass themselves with the capacious- ness of canvas , the cost of casts , the paucity of picture ...
... hand into the pockets of the sinecurists of Scotland . And is this a time for calling upon the legis- lature of this mighty empire to em- barrass themselves with the capacious- ness of canvas , the cost of casts , the paucity of picture ...
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... hand , Nor grapples , like a poisonous snake , The wrestler on the yellow sand : The old heroic harp his hand VOL . XIV . Consults not now , it can but kiss The amorous lute's dissolving strings , Which murmur forth a thousand things Of ...
... hand , Nor grapples , like a poisonous snake , The wrestler on the yellow sand : The old heroic harp his hand VOL . XIV . Consults not now , it can but kiss The amorous lute's dissolving strings , Which murmur forth a thousand things Of ...
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Página 336 - And every one that was in distress, and every one that was in debt, and every one that was discontented, gathered themselves unto him; and he became a captain over them: and there were with him about four hundred men.
Página 259 - THE measure is English heroic verse without rime, as that of Homer in Greek, and of Virgil in Latin, — rime being no necessary adjunct or true ornament of poem or good verse, in longer works especially, but the invention of a barbarous age, to set off wretched matter and lame metre...
Página 376 - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring, Or chasms and watery depths; all these have vanished; They live no longer in the faith of reason.
Página 260 - ... apt numbers, fit quantity of syllables, and the sense variously drawn out from one verse into another...
Página 464 - With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me, and be my love.
Página 470 - John Keats, who was killed off by one critique, Just as he really promised something great, If not intelligible, without Greek Contrived to talk about the gods of late, Much as they might have been supposed to speak. Poor fellow ! His was an untoward fate ; 'Tis strange the mind, that very fiery particle, Should let itself be snuffed out by an article.
Página 467 - Angling is somewhat like poetry, men are to be born so: I mean, with inclinations to it, though both may be heightened by discourse and practice : but he that hopes to be a good angler, must not only bring an inquiring, searching, observing wit, but he must bring a large measure of hope and patience, and a love and propensity to the art itself; but having once got and practised it, then doubt not but Angling will prove to be so pleasant that it will prove to be, like virtue, a reward to itself.
Página 461 - With the swift pilgrim's daubed nest; The groves already did rejoice, In Philomel's triumphing voice, The showers were short, the weather mild, The morning fresh, the evening smiled. Joan takes her neat-rubbed pail, and now She trips to milk the sand-red cow; Where, for some sturdy foot-ball swain, Joan strokes a syllabub or twain; The fields and gardens were beset With tulips, crocus, violet; And now, though late, the modest rose Did more than half a blush disclose. Thus all looks gay, and full...
Página 464 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Página 461 - Nature seem'd in love: The lusty sap began to move; Fresh juice did stir th' embracing vines, And birds had drawn their valentines, The jealous Trout, that low did lie, Rose at a well dissembled fly; There stood my friend with patient skill, Attending of his trembling quill.