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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... hand- writing , to be the work of the Saint himself , who had been a painter before he became an Evangelist . Upon ... hands a 4 The Gallery of Apelles .
... hand- writing , to be the work of the Saint himself , who had been a painter before he became an Evangelist . Upon ... hands a 4 The Gallery of Apelles .
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... hands of the fair Campaspe - that exemplary beauty , who preferred the true passion of a man of genius , to the homage ... hand were beds of flowers , of every variety of class and hue , industriously placed there for the purposes of his ...
... hands of the fair Campaspe - that exemplary beauty , who preferred the true passion of a man of genius , to the homage ... hand were beds of flowers , of every variety of class and hue , industriously placed there for the purposes of his ...
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... hand the weapon of the Thunderer . - Alexander on horse- back , surveying the field of Arbela , on the morning of his victory , strewed with the dying and the dead . - Alexander after the battle of Issus , on foot , in the Persian tent ...
... hand the weapon of the Thunderer . - Alexander on horse- back , surveying the field of Arbela , on the morning of his victory , strewed with the dying and the dead . - Alexander after the battle of Issus , on foot , in the Persian tent ...
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... hand , gradually raised the veil , and discovered that form of celestial loveliness . Ŏh ! my young friend , it is not in language to describe her . She seemed an immortal beauty bending and beaming before the image of Apollo , whilst ...
... hand , gradually raised the veil , and discovered that form of celestial loveliness . Ŏh ! my young friend , it is not in language to describe her . She seemed an immortal beauty bending and beaming before the image of Apollo , whilst ...
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... hand , even with the guides and porters that reply with a " Ce que vous voulez , Monsieur , " - " What you please ... hands allowed them . The guides and others that one will have to pay , are undeniably extremely civil ; but not in our ...
... hand , even with the guides and porters that reply with a " Ce que vous voulez , Monsieur , " - " What you please ... hands allowed them . The guides and others that one will have to pay , are undeniably extremely civil ; but not in our ...
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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.