The Metropolitan Magazine, Volumen14Saunders and Otley, 1835 |
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... bill . If reform was really wished , like the Triumviri in former days , who met together with their respective lists of each other's friends , and their own enemies , and heroically sacrificed them in exchange , so should the Tories ...
... bill . If reform was really wished , like the Triumviri in former days , who met together with their respective lists of each other's friends , and their own enemies , and heroically sacrificed them in exchange , so should the Tories ...
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... bills brought forward by his son , as the " Sacrilege made easy Bill , " we shall feel no surprise if some fine morning we wake up and find that his Majesty has posted to Hanover , that the several heads of the House of Lords adorn the ...
... bills brought forward by his son , as the " Sacrilege made easy Bill , " we shall feel no surprise if some fine morning we wake up and find that his Majesty has posted to Hanover , that the several heads of the House of Lords adorn the ...
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... Bill , the people of England are no longer duly represented in the House of Commons . Next to the interest of the national debt , the heaviest tax upon our heavily taxed country , is the dead weight , or the pension and half- pay of the ...
... Bill , the people of England are no longer duly represented in the House of Commons . Next to the interest of the national debt , the heaviest tax upon our heavily taxed country , is the dead weight , or the pension and half- pay of the ...
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... Bill will work remains to be proved ; but if we may judge from the master - piece of the Whigs , the Reform Bill , from which so much was expected , and so little has been obtained , I do not anticipate any good result from any measure ...
... Bill will work remains to be proved ; but if we may judge from the master - piece of the Whigs , the Reform Bill , from which so much was expected , and so little has been obtained , I do not anticipate any good result from any measure ...
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... . I don't know how it is , but I never have been able to get over a very unpleasant sort of feeling , when paying a long bill . ( To be continued . ) LOVE IN ADVERSITY . BY L. M. MONTAGU . THOUGH 36 Diary of a Blasé .
... . I don't know how it is , but I never have been able to get over a very unpleasant sort of feeling , when paying a long bill . ( To be continued . ) LOVE IN ADVERSITY . BY L. M. MONTAGU . THOUGH 36 Diary of a Blasé .
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Página 323 - See, what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Página 64 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Página 61 - Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep ! He hath awakened from the dream of life. Tis we who, lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings.
Página 60 - Grief made the young Spring wild, and she threw down Her kindling buds, as if she Autumn were, Or they dead leaves; since her delight is flown, For whom should she have waked the sullen year?
Página 64 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields or waves or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be; Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee; Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Página 363 - Picton, his Majesty has sustained the loss of an officer who has frequently distinguished himself in his service, and he fell gloriously leading his division to a charge with bayonets, by which one of the most serious attacks made by the enemy on our position was defeated.
Página 64 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine ; I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine. Chorus hymeneal, Or triumphal chaunt, Matched with thine would be all But an empty vaunt, — A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want.
Página 59 - O, weep for Adonais ! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a head ! And thou, sad Hour, selected from all years To mourn our loss, rouse thy obscure compeers, And teach them thine own sorrow, say : with me Died Adonais ; till the Future dares Forget the Past, his fate and fame shall be An echo and a light unto eternity.
Página 55 - And yet to me welcome is day and night, Whether one breaks the hoar frost of the morn, Or starry, dim, and slow, the other climbs The leaden-coloured east; for then they lead The wingless, crawling hours, one among whom — As some dark Priest hales the reluctant victim — Shall drag thee, cruel King, to kiss the blood From these pale feet, which then might trample thee If they disdained not such a prostrate slave.
Página 63 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.