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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... Writer were passed Letters on a Tour in Switzerland .. .. .. 17 21 29.200 Sonnets to my Children sleeping Literary Recollections of London .. 28 29 Milk and Honey , or the Land of Promise .. 35. 179. 243. 376. 435 Modern Pilgrimages ...
... Writer were passed Letters on a Tour in Switzerland .. .. .. 17 21 29.200 Sonnets to my Children sleeping Literary Recollections of London .. 28 29 Milk and Honey , or the Land of Promise .. 35. 179. 243. 376. 435 Modern Pilgrimages ...
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... Writing Sonnet - Francesco Redi Sonnet - Celio Magno Mountain Scenery South American Patriot's Song All Hallow Eve in Ireland .. .. 187 , 188 .. 192 193.385 199 ib . ib . 209. 301. 423 215 216 224 228 231 246 .. 247 253 .. 254 .. 261 ...
... Writing Sonnet - Francesco Redi Sonnet - Celio Magno Mountain Scenery South American Patriot's Song All Hallow Eve in Ireland .. .. 187 , 188 .. 192 193.385 199 ib . ib . 209. 301. 423 215 216 224 228 231 246 .. 247 253 .. 254 .. 261 ...
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... Writer were passed Letters on a Tour in Switzerland Sonnets to my Children sleeping Literary Recollections of London 21 .. 29. 200 .. 28 29 Milk and Honey , or the Land of Promise 35. 179. 243. 376. 435 Modern Pilgrimages , No. II ...
... Writer were passed Letters on a Tour in Switzerland Sonnets to my Children sleeping Literary Recollections of London 21 .. 29. 200 .. 28 29 Milk and Honey , or the Land of Promise 35. 179. 243. 376. 435 Modern Pilgrimages , No. II ...
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... Writing Sonnet - Francesco Redi Sonnet - Celio Magno Mountain Scenery .. South American Patriot's Song All Hallow Eve in Ireland Lines written on the Field of Crecy , 1820 On Arabic and Persian Literature .. PAGE 97 102 113. 321 121 126 ...
... Writing Sonnet - Francesco Redi Sonnet - Celio Magno Mountain Scenery .. South American Patriot's Song All Hallow Eve in Ireland Lines written on the Field of Crecy , 1820 On Arabic and Persian Literature .. PAGE 97 102 113. 321 121 126 ...
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... write should ever meet a reader's eye ) may now imagine me at the convent gate of Vallerosa . Diverging from the great road , and winding a half - circle round a jutting rock , the convent appears , to the traveller , embosomed in a ...
... write should ever meet a reader's eye ) may now imagine me at the convent gate of Vallerosa . Diverging from the great road , and winding a half - circle round a jutting rock , the convent appears , to the traveller , embosomed in a ...
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الصفحة 399 - 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 ; in such a night, Troilus, methinks, mounted the Trojan walls, And sigh'd his soul toward the Grecian tents, Where Cressid lay that night.
الصفحة 218 - From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud-pied April, dress'd in all his trim, Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing; That heavy 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 533 - 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 398 - On our first father; half her swelling breast Naked met his under the flowing gold Of her loose tresses hid: he, in delight Both of her beauty and submissive charms, Smiled with superior love, as Jupiter On Juno smiles, when he impregns the clouds That shed May flowers...
الصفحة 473 - 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 222 - 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 222 - ... 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 re-inspire The frozen earth, and clothe in fresh attire The lily and rose, that neither- sow'd nor spun. What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice, Of Attic taste, with wine...
الصفحة 53 - Give me the clear blue sky over my head," says he, "and the green turf beneath my feet, a winding road before me, and a three hours' march to dinner — and then to thinking ! It is hard if I cannot start some game on these lone heaths. I laugh, I run, I leap, I sing for joy.
الصفحة 463 - 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 513 - And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. 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...