New Monthly Magazine, and Universal Register, المجلد 4Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth Henry Colburn, 1822 |
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... LONDON : HENRY COLBURN AND CO . CONDUIT - STREET , HANOVER - SQUARE . 1822 . 1 .i . LONDON : PRINTED BY S. AND R.
... LONDON : HENRY COLBURN AND CO . CONDUIT - STREET , HANOVER - SQUARE . 1822 . 1 .i . LONDON : PRINTED BY S. AND R.
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... , Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth. 1 .i . LONDON : PRINTED BY S. AND R. BENTLEY , DORSET - STREET . CONTENTS OF THE FOURTH VOLUME . PAGE THE Gallery of.
... , Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth. 1 .i . LONDON : PRINTED BY S. AND R. BENTLEY , DORSET - STREET . CONTENTS OF THE FOURTH VOLUME . PAGE THE Gallery of.
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... London 28 .. 29 Milk and Honey , or the Land of Promise 35. 179. 243. 376. 435 Modern Pilgrimages , No. II . Roseanna . No. III . The Pantheon . No. IV . The Paraclete A Chapter on Time .. .. Stanzas on some Skulls in Beauley Abbey On ...
... London 28 .. 29 Milk and Honey , or the Land of Promise 35. 179. 243. 376. 435 Modern Pilgrimages , No. II . Roseanna . No. III . The Pantheon . No. IV . The Paraclete A Chapter on Time .. .. Stanzas on some Skulls in Beauley Abbey On ...
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... London The Lawyer and the Chimney - sweeper Selections from Ancient Spanish Poetry 320 ib . 328 329 336 .. 337 339. 455 347 348 349. 450 356 357 364 365. 463 373 .. 378 395. 517 401 406 407 On Lips and Kissing 414 Sonnet , from the ...
... London The Lawyer and the Chimney - sweeper Selections from Ancient Spanish Poetry 320 ib . 328 329 336 .. 337 339. 455 347 348 349. 450 356 357 364 365. 463 373 .. 378 395. 517 401 406 407 On Lips and Kissing 414 Sonnet , from the ...
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... London to York , or to Manchester - they see strange faces and strange people , but it is the plain road - way all along . Besides , their vicinity and intermixture with each other completely check those romantic an- ticipations , with ...
... London to York , or to Manchester - they see strange faces and strange people , but it is the plain road - way all along . Besides , their vicinity and intermixture with each other completely check those romantic an- ticipations , with ...
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admiration Æsop ancient appears Ariosto beauty called Catiline character chess church death delight Doddington Dublin effect England English eyes fair fancy favour feel feet flowers French garden gaze genius give glacier Greek Guy's Cliff hand happy head heart Heaven Hesiod honour hope hour human imagination King lady letter light live London look Lord lover Martyr of Antioch Megabyzus mind Mont Blanc moral morning mountain nature never night o'er object observed once Parthenon passed passion Père La Chaise perhaps person Petrarch Plato play pleasure poem poet poetical poetry possess present racter reader round Sallanche scene seems shew smile song SONNET soul spirit sweet taste Terpander thee thing thou thought tion town Vaud Velant verses Voltaire walk whole young youth
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الصفحة 238 - Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue Could make me any summer's story tell...
الصفحة 495 - Sweet Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die.
الصفحة 354 - Twere now to be most happy, for I fear My soul hath her content so absolute That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate.
الصفحة 485 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
الصفحة 241 - When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not : in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans The vales redoubled to the hills and they To heaven.
الصفحة 108 - Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream : The genius, and the mortal instruments, Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
الصفحة 241 - God's trophies, and his work pursued, While Darwen stream, with blood of Scots imbrued; And Dunbar field, resounds thy praises loud. And Worcester's laureate wreath : yet much remains To conquer still ; Peace hath her victories No less renowned than War: new foes arise, Threatening to bind our souls with secular chains. Help us to save free conscience from the paw Of hireling wolves, whose Gospel is their maw.
الصفحة 242 - Rescued from death by force though pale and faint. Mine as whom washed from spot of childbed taint, Purification in the old law did save, And such, as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind: Her face was veiled, yet to my fancied sight, Love, sweetness, goodness in her person shined So clear, as in no face with more delight. But O as to embrace me she inclined I waked, she fled, and day brought back my night.
الصفحة 535 - Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures Whilst the landscape round it measures; Russet lawns, and fallows gray, Where the nibbling flocks do stray; Mountains, on whose barren breast The labouring clouds do often rest ; Meadows trim with daisies pied, Shallow brooks, and rivers wide: Towers and battlements it sees Bosom'd high in tufted trees, Where perhaps some Beauty lies, The Cynosure of neighbouring eyes.
الصفحة 494 - Peter's master upon my reader, "and upon all that are true lovers of virtue; and dare trust in his providence; and be quiet; And go a angling.