The London Magazine, Volumen6Baldwin, Cradock, and Joy, 1822 |
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... side of the way . The Coronation , with all its glories , could not be expected to march on for ever ; and opposed as it was by three processions , given in rapid succession at the rival legiti- mate - national - patent - Show - box ...
... side of the way . The Coronation , with all its glories , could not be expected to march on for ever ; and opposed as it was by three processions , given in rapid succession at the rival legiti- mate - national - patent - Show - box ...
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... side . To me this time of the year is inde- scribably beautiful . I love to dwell upon those sad and melancholy as- sociations that suggest themselves to the mind , when nature in her garb of decay presents herself to the eye ; it ...
... side . To me this time of the year is inde- scribably beautiful . I love to dwell upon those sad and melancholy as- sociations that suggest themselves to the mind , when nature in her garb of decay presents herself to the eye ; it ...
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... sides of the stream , and the accelerated motion of the boat presented an obstacle to my taking advantage of any irregula- rities in them by which I might otherwise have clambered up to land . In a short time , my dog sprang over the side ...
... sides of the stream , and the accelerated motion of the boat presented an obstacle to my taking advantage of any irregula- rities in them by which I might otherwise have clambered up to land . In a short time , my dog sprang over the side ...
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... side , where I had been entangled among some weeds and straggling roots of trees . From this situation , he had great difficulty , first , in rescuing me , and , having succeeded in that point , in carrying me to his father's dwelling ...
... side , where I had been entangled among some weeds and straggling roots of trees . From this situation , he had great difficulty , first , in rescuing me , and , having succeeded in that point , in carrying me to his father's dwelling ...
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... side Sat one of seventy years - a wither'd dame , And ever to his ear her lips she laid , Held her long , lean , and warning finger up , And mutter'd words which made the chill'd blood seek To mount his faded brow : much seem'd he moved ...
... side Sat one of seventy years - a wither'd dame , And ever to his ear her lips she laid , Held her long , lean , and warning finger up , And mutter'd words which made the chill'd blood seek To mount his faded brow : much seem'd he moved ...
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Página 243 - Again he felt and fumbled at the pig. It did not burn him so much now ; still, he licked his fingers from a sort of habit. The truth at length broke into his slow understanding that it was the pig that smelt so, and the pig that tasted so delicious...
Página 244 - Bo-bo, whose scent was wonderfully sharpened since morning, soon raked out another pig, and fairly rending it asunder, thrust the lesser half by main force into the fists of Ho-ti, still shouting out, "Eat, eat, eat the burnt pig, Father, only taste— O Lord," with suchlike barbarous ejaculations, cramming all the while as if he would choke.
Página 17 - With fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave : thou shalt not lack The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose ; nor The azured hare-bell, like thy veins ; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...
Página 244 - Bo-bo was strictly enjoined not to let the secret escape, for the neighbors would certainly have stoned them for a couple of abominable wretches, who could think of improving upon the good meat which God had sent them. Nevertheless, strange stories got about. It was observed that Ho-ti's cottage was burnt down now more frequently than ever. Nothing but fires from this time forward.
Página 245 - O call it not fat! but an indefinable sweetness growing up to it — the tender blossoming of fat — fat cropped in the bud — taken in the shoot — in the first innocence — the cream and quintessence of the child-pig's yet pure food — the lean, no lean, but a kind of animal manna — or, rather, fat and lean (if it must be so) so blended and running into each other, that both together make but one ambrosian result or common substance. Behold him while he is ' doing' — it seemeth rather...
Página 244 - People built slighter and slighter every day, until it was feared that the very science of architecture would in no long time be lost to the world.
Página 246 - I made him a present of the whole cake. I walked on a little, buoyed up, as one is on such occasions, with a sweet soothing of self-satisfaction; but before I had got to the end of the bridge my better feelings returned, and I burst into tears, thinking how ungrateful I had been to my good aunt, to go and give her good gift away to a stranger that I had never seen before, and who might be a bad man for aught I knew; and then I thought of the pleasure my aunt would be taking in thinking that I (I...
Página 34 - But where a book is at once both good and rare, where the individual is almost the species, and when that perishes, We know not where is that Promethean torch That can its light relumine...
Página 35 - Shall I be thought fantastical if I confess that the names of some of our poets sound sweeter, and have a finer relish to the ear — to mine, at least — than that of Milton or of Shakspeare?
Página 246 - Whether, supposing that the flavour of a pig who obtained his death by whipping (per flagellationem extremam) superadded a pleasure upon the palate of a man more intense than any possible suffering we can conceive in the animal, is man justified in using that method of putting the animal to death ?