New Monthly Magazine, and Universal Register, المجلد 31Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth Henry Colburn, 1831 |
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... beauty of feature or elegance of expression ; the forehead rather broad , but not lofty ; the nose long , and slightly curved upwards ; the upper lip long , and the mouth close and firm : his complexion of a hardy paleness , and the ...
... beauty of feature or elegance of expression ; the forehead rather broad , but not lofty ; the nose long , and slightly curved upwards ; the upper lip long , and the mouth close and firm : his complexion of a hardy paleness , and the ...
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... beauty can I find . Poet . Ah ! you but look before . Your eyes , half blind , Pierce not the past . It is the poet's mind Which seeks out lonely haunts , forgotten things , And peoples the grey desert whilst he sings . Friend . Again ...
... beauty can I find . Poet . Ah ! you but look before . Your eyes , half blind , Pierce not the past . It is the poet's mind Which seeks out lonely haunts , forgotten things , And peoples the grey desert whilst he sings . Friend . Again ...
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... Beauty was there , and horror , shapes all winged And flaming , horses winged , ( like that which struck Clear Aganippe from the barren hill , ) White Nightmare , and dark Incubus , and owls That hoot songs frightful to the ear of sleep ...
... Beauty was there , and horror , shapes all winged And flaming , horses winged , ( like that which struck Clear Aganippe from the barren hill , ) White Nightmare , and dark Incubus , and owls That hoot songs frightful to the ear of sleep ...
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... beauty Fadeth , like a vision dim , From the troubled sight of him Who doth drown his soul in wine . Wine ! It is a crimson devil , Dragging , by some villain rule , Down unto its loathsome level - All that venture , sage and fool , All ...
... beauty Fadeth , like a vision dim , From the troubled sight of him Who doth drown his soul in wine . Wine ! It is a crimson devil , Dragging , by some villain rule , Down unto its loathsome level - All that venture , sage and fool , All ...
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... beauty of an Eden - dream . Wake , while unfettered thoughts , in freshness springing , Bid the heart leap within its prison - cell ; While birds and brooks on the pure air are flinging The mellow chant of their beguiling spell ; While ...
... beauty of an Eden - dream . Wake , while unfettered thoughts , in freshness springing , Bid the heart leap within its prison - cell ; While birds and brooks on the pure air are flinging The mellow chant of their beguiling spell ; While ...
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الصفحة 497 - I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks : methinks I see her as an eagle, mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full mid-day beam, — purging and unsealing her long-abused sight at the fountain itself of heavenly radiance, while the whole noise of timorous and flocking birds, with those also that love the twilight, flutter about, amazed at what she means, and in their envious gabble would...
الصفحة 125 - We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key; As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds, Had been incorporate. So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted, But yet a union in partition, Two lovely berries moulded on one stem: So, with two seeming bodies, but one heart; Two of the first, like coats in heraldry, Due but to one, and crowned with one crest.
الصفحة 497 - Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks: methinks I see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full mid-day beam...
الصفحة 17 - And therefore it was most aptly said by one of Plato's school, That the sense of man carrieth a resemblance with the sun, which (as we see} openeth and revealeth all the terrestrial globe; but then again it obscureth and concealeth the stars and celestial globe: so doth the sense discover natural things, but it darkeneth and shutteth up divine.
الصفحة 72 - He actually shed tears. He asked whose the lines were, and it chanced that nobody but myself remembered that they occur in a half-forgotten poem of Langhorne's called by the unpromising title of 'The Justice of the Peace'.
الصفحة 350 - But Shadwell never deviates into sense. Some beams of wit on other souls may fall, Strike through and make a lucid interval; But Shadwell's genuine night admits no ray, His rising fogs prevail upon the day...
الصفحة 369 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry.
الصفحة 269 - I've seen around me fall, Like leaves in wintry weather, I feel like one Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed.
الصفحة 409 - But things not always changing equally, and private interest often keeping up customs and privileges when the reasons of them are ceased, it often comes to pass that in governments where part of the...
الصفحة 7 - But how much nobler will be the sovereign's boast, when he shall have it to say, that he found law dear, and left it cheap ; found it a sealed book — left it a living letter ; found it the patrimony of the rich — left it the inheritance of the poor ; found it the two-edged sword of craft and oppression — left it the staff of honesty and the shield of innocence...