Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, المجلد 14W. Blackwood & Sons, 1823 |
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الصفحة 42
... tell you , the peasants of your native Alsace would have stoned you , were you guilty of such a treachery . Rapp . Allow , sire , that the position is painful ; you abdicate , you depart , you en- gage us to serve the King ; you return ...
... tell you , the peasants of your native Alsace would have stoned you , were you guilty of such a treachery . Rapp . Allow , sire , that the position is painful ; you abdicate , you depart , you en- gage us to serve the King ; you return ...
الصفحة 50
... tell him who was his mas- ter ; whereto the countryman replied , that his master was Master Michel Angelo , the goldsmith , whose wife was Monna Brigida . He then inqui- red again whether this Monna Brigi- da had ever before been ...
... tell him who was his mas- ter ; whereto the countryman replied , that his master was Master Michel Angelo , the goldsmith , whose wife was Monna Brigida . He then inqui- red again whether this Monna Brigi- da had ever before been ...
الصفحة 51
... tell me ! " And then asked many other questions , to all which the man an- swered that he was not able to inform him , being himself from the Casenti- no , and an entire stranger to the neigh- bourhood of Mugello . almost beside himself ...
... tell me ! " And then asked many other questions , to all which the man an- swered that he was not able to inform him , being himself from the Casenti- no , and an entire stranger to the neigh- bourhood of Mugello . almost beside himself ...
الصفحة 69
... tell a man's head from a turnip . All his hits were at random ; on getting a bodier slanting , Down he'd have gone for time , but Spring , with the kindest intentions , Lent him a merry - go - down , to freshen his way in the tumble ...
... tell a man's head from a turnip . All his hits were at random ; on getting a bodier slanting , Down he'd have gone for time , but Spring , with the kindest intentions , Lent him a merry - go - down , to freshen his way in the tumble ...
الصفحة 71
... . In truth , we may as well at once tell the reader , that we look upon Spring as the better man - tardy to be sure , something like a British reviewer , but still of guard impenetrable , great 1823 . 71 An Idyl on the Battle .
... . In truth , we may as well at once tell the reader , that we look upon Spring as the better man - tardy to be sure , something like a British reviewer , but still of guard impenetrable , great 1823 . 71 An Idyl on the Battle .
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الصفحة 336 - And every one that was in distress, and every one that was in debt, and every one that was discontented, gathered themselves unto him; and he became a captain over them: and there were with him about four hundred men.
الصفحة 259 - THE measure is English heroic verse without rime, as that of Homer in Greek, and of Virgil in Latin, — rime being no necessary adjunct or true ornament of poem or good verse, in longer works especially, but the invention of a barbarous age, to set off wretched matter and lame metre...
الصفحة 376 - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring, Or chasms and watery depths; all these have vanished; They live no longer in the faith of reason.
الصفحة 260 - ... apt numbers, fit quantity of syllables, and the sense variously drawn out from one verse into another...
الصفحة 464 - With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me, and be my love.
الصفحة 470 - John Keats, who was killed off by one critique, Just as he really promised something great, If not intelligible, without Greek Contrived to talk about the gods of late, Much as they might have been supposed to speak. Poor fellow ! His was an untoward fate ; 'Tis strange the mind, that very fiery particle, Should let itself be snuffed out by an article.
الصفحة 467 - Angling is somewhat like poetry, men are to be born so: I mean, with inclinations to it, though both may be heightened by discourse and practice : but he that hopes to be a good angler, must not only bring an inquiring, searching, observing wit, but he must bring a large measure of hope and patience, and a love and propensity to the art itself; but having once got and practised it, then doubt not but Angling will prove to be so pleasant that it will prove to be, like virtue, a reward to itself.
الصفحة 461 - With the swift pilgrim's daubed nest; The groves already did rejoice, In Philomel's triumphing voice, The showers were short, the weather mild, The morning fresh, the evening smiled. Joan takes her neat-rubbed pail, and now She trips to milk the sand-red cow; Where, for some sturdy foot-ball swain, Joan strokes a syllabub or twain; The fields and gardens were beset With tulips, crocus, violet; And now, though late, the modest rose Did more than half a blush disclose. Thus all looks gay, and full...
الصفحة 464 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
الصفحة 461 - Nature seem'd in love: The lusty sap began to move; Fresh juice did stir th' embracing vines, And birds had drawn their valentines, The jealous Trout, that low did lie, Rose at a well dissembled fly; There stood my friend with patient skill, Attending of his trembling quill.