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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... head he wore only a simple fillet or bandeau , wrought by the hands of the fair Campaspe - that exemplary beauty , who preferred the true passion of a man of genius , to the homage of the world's conqueror - and whom that first of ...
... head he wore only a simple fillet or bandeau , wrought by the hands of the fair Campaspe - that exemplary beauty , who preferred the true passion of a man of genius , to the homage of the world's conqueror - and whom that first of ...
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... head . What a fantastic group would their quaint costume make of them , but for the glare of those torches borne in front ! The constable marshal , for a follower of Minerva , really shews bravely in his mail of knighthood . But see ...
... head . What a fantastic group would their quaint costume make of them , but for the glare of those torches borne in front ! The constable marshal , for a follower of Minerva , really shews bravely in his mail of knighthood . But see ...
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... head - that symbolical harlot . A score of lay princes quite unknown to fame , With nought princely about them , or great , but their name . Some nondescript prelates ycleped Monsignori , Pert , flippant , and vain , with their dulness ...
... head - that symbolical harlot . A score of lay princes quite unknown to fame , With nought princely about them , or great , but their name . Some nondescript prelates ycleped Monsignori , Pert , flippant , and vain , with their dulness ...
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... head , honest Isaak Walton , once sheltered itself ! While peace and contentment , and quiet happiness , have any charm for mankind , the dwelling of gentle Piscator should have been sacred . When the spirits were ruffled and troubled ...
... head , honest Isaak Walton , once sheltered itself ! While peace and contentment , and quiet happiness , have any charm for mankind , the dwelling of gentle Piscator should have been sacred . When the spirits were ruffled and troubled ...
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... head - the stuffed perch - the treacherous wooden frogs - the bright many - coloured flies , and the graceful bend of the rod , from which a golden fish contentedly dangled . Should the shade of Piscator revisit this scene of his ...
... head - the stuffed perch - the treacherous wooden frogs - the bright many - coloured flies , and the graceful bend of the rod , from which a golden fish contentedly dangled . Should the shade of Piscator revisit this scene of his ...
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الصفحة 419 - 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 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.
الصفحة 241 - AVENGE, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold ; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones...
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 242 - ... 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 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 241 - 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 240 - 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 75 - I sit by and sing. Or gather rushes to make many a ring For thy long fingers; tell thee tales of love, How the pale Phoebe, hunting in a grove, First saw the boy Endymion, from whose eyes She took eternal fire that never dies ; How she convey'd him softly in a sleep.
الصفحة 555 - 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.