The New Monthly Magazine, المجلد 3E. Littell, 1822 |
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... Heaven only . This edi- fying discourse was much relished . I consented , however , to a light shade , which should prevent the sudden transition from giving pain to the organ . The denouement is now , no doubt , expected with curiosity ...
... Heaven only . This edi- fying discourse was much relished . I consented , however , to a light shade , which should prevent the sudden transition from giving pain to the organ . The denouement is now , no doubt , expected with curiosity ...
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... heaven to animate these forms , and have the gods in wonder of thy genius spared thee his fatal punishment ? Behold those that have received the last master - touch , how they seem to rejoice in the glory of their being ; whilst these ...
... heaven to animate these forms , and have the gods in wonder of thy genius spared thee his fatal punishment ? Behold those that have received the last master - touch , how they seem to rejoice in the glory of their being ; whilst these ...
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... Heaven from our sight was rent asunder , and the twin children of Leda shone forth with hope and joy to mariners . We landed at Corinth with a feeling of happiness , which may be easily conceived . On the morning of the next day , to my ...
... Heaven from our sight was rent asunder , and the twin children of Leda shone forth with hope and joy to mariners . We landed at Corinth with a feeling of happiness , which may be easily conceived . On the morning of the next day , to my ...
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... - my sun is set ! Yet still , thank Heaven ! there rests dear Friendship's light , Its day is not so rich , but O ! it knows no night ! C. L. THE TRAVELLING PROPENSITIES AND OPINIONS OF JOHN BULL . THE 12 To a Friend . Sonnet to a Friend ·
... - my sun is set ! Yet still , thank Heaven ! there rests dear Friendship's light , Its day is not so rich , but O ! it knows no night ! C. L. THE TRAVELLING PROPENSITIES AND OPINIONS OF JOHN BULL . THE 12 To a Friend . Sonnet to a Friend ·
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... Heavens . It was impossible to behold an even- ing or a scene of more exquisite and lovely repose ; and the society in which we enjoyed it , and by which it was enjoyed , gave an in- creased zest to its beauties . Lord Byron , who by ...
... Heavens . It was impossible to behold an even- ing or a scene of more exquisite and lovely repose ; and the society in which we enjoyed it , and by which it was enjoyed , gave an in- creased zest to its beauties . Lord Byron , who by ...
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الصفحة 415 - The moon shines bright : — In such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they did make no noise...
الصفحة 491 - 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.
الصفحة 238 - 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...
الصفحة 236 - Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.
الصفحة 237 - LAWRENCE, of virtuous father virtuous son, Now that the fields are dank, and ways are mire, Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fire Help waste a sullen day, what may be won From the hard season gaining? Time will run On smoother, till Favonius reinspire The frozen earth, and clothe in fresh attire The lily and rose, that neither sowed nor spun.
الصفحة 551 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny : You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face ; You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
الصفحة 236 - CROMWELL, our chief of men, who through a cloud Not of war only, but detractions rude, Guided by faith and matchless fortitude, To peace and truth thy glorious way hast ploughed...
الصفحة 220 - God Almighty first planted a garden; and, indeed, it is the purest of human pleasures; it is the greatest refreshment to the spirits of man; without which buildings and palaces are but gross handyworks...
الصفحة 491 - This dish of meat is too good for any but Anglers, or very honest men ; and I trust, you will prove both, and therefore I have trusted you with this secret.
الصفحة 237 - 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.