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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... 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 valley beneath him ...
... 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 valley beneath him ...
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... meet the vast exigency of the time † . Dugdale , in his " Origines Juridiciales , " has extracted from the Registers of the Temple an account of the manner of spending the Christmas there . But for a sprightly and picturesque ...
... meet the vast exigency of the time † . Dugdale , in his " Origines Juridiciales , " has extracted from the Registers of the Temple an account of the manner of spending the Christmas there . But for a sprightly and picturesque ...
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... meet with the in- tentional rudeness and brusquerie experienced at every turn in the French capital . The only difference between the nations in this point is , that where we bow , they take off their hats , and where we anxiously seek ...
... meet with the in- tentional rudeness and brusquerie experienced at every turn in the French capital . The only difference between the nations in this point is , that where we bow , they take off their hats , and where we anxiously seek ...
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... meets new wonders to excite his speculation and repay his re- search - the poet living scenes , that embody the loveliest visions of his fancy - while the mere rambling desultory traveller refreshes his feel- ings and his faculties at ...
... meets new wonders to excite his speculation and repay his re- search - the poet living scenes , that embody the loveliest visions of his fancy - while the mere rambling desultory traveller refreshes his feel- ings and his faculties at ...
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... meet with the following elegant passage respecting this accident . " I dined with Sir John Perceval , and saw his lady sitting in the bed in the forms of a lying - in woman ; and coming home , my sore shin itched , & c . but I am now ...
... meet with the following elegant passage respecting this accident . " I dined with Sir John Perceval , and saw his lady sitting in the bed in the forms of a lying - in woman ; and coming home , my sore shin itched , & c . but I am now ...
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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.