The Metropolitan Magazine, Volumen14Saunders and Otley, 1835 |
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... 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 several lamp - posts of Regent Street , that the National Assembly have already ...
... 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 several lamp - posts of Regent Street , that the National Assembly have already ...
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... feel that we enter upon rather a delicate subject - one which may procure us the ill - will of men whom we admire and we respect- men of whom the nation have justly reason to be proud , and yet , after all , we are only about to tax ...
... feel that we enter upon rather a delicate subject - one which may procure us the ill - will of men whom we admire and we respect- men of whom the nation have justly reason to be proud , and yet , after all , we are only about to tax ...
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... feel myself equal to the exertion of telling so long a story , and that I should infinitely prefer that he should narrate to me what had passed since we had parted at Dublin , and how it was that I now found that he had joined the sect ...
... feel myself equal to the exertion of telling so long a story , and that I should infinitely prefer that he should narrate to me what had passed since we had parted at Dublin , and how it was that I now found that he had joined the sect ...
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... feel as if I could get up . " " Pooh ! -tumble down - never do - lie a bed - get strong - wife- Mrs. Cophagus - Japhet - old friend . " " I am Mrs. Cophagus had risen from her chair 20 Japhet , in Search of a Father .
... feel as if I could get up . " " Pooh ! -tumble down - never do - lie a bed - get strong - wife- Mrs. Cophagus - Japhet - old friend . " " I am Mrs. Cophagus had risen from her chair 20 Japhet , in Search of a Father .
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... feeling of aversion . No proper religious feelings are , or can be , inculcated to a large number of scholars ; it is the parent alone` who can instil , by precept and example , that true sense of religion , which may serve as a guide ...
... feeling of aversion . No proper religious feelings are , or can be , inculcated to a large number of scholars ; it is the parent alone` who can instil , by precept and example , that true sense of religion , which may serve as a guide ...
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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.