The New Monthly Magazine, المجلد 3E. Littell, 1822 |
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الصفحة 16
... never persude me that a French theatre was the habitation of Satan ; and , if we may judge by those sentiments and passages which they mark with applause , there never was a people in whom the feel- ings of patriotism and moral ...
... never persude me that a French theatre was the habitation of Satan ; and , if we may judge by those sentiments and passages which they mark with applause , there never was a people in whom the feel- ings of patriotism and moral ...
الصفحة 41
... never properly to have any sense of the present , but to feel the great realities as they pass away , casting their delicate shadows on the future . Time , then , is only a notion - unfelt in its passage a mere mea- sure given by the ...
... never properly to have any sense of the present , but to feel the great realities as they pass away , casting their delicate shadows on the future . Time , then , is only a notion - unfelt in its passage a mere mea- sure given by the ...
الصفحة 46
... never was young because he is grown old , or never lived because he is now dead . The length or agreeableness of a journey does not de- pend on the few last steps of it , nor is the size of a building to be judged of from the last stone ...
... never was young because he is grown old , or never lived because he is now dead . The length or agreeableness of a journey does not de- pend on the few last steps of it , nor is the size of a building to be judged of from the last stone ...
الصفحة 53
... never - failing vivacity . The Count says , with a happy but amusing vanity , " I had made an impression on the tender heart of Isalina ; and , indeed , how could I fail , my love being guided by sincerity , and her want of fortune ...
... never - failing vivacity . The Count says , with a happy but amusing vanity , " I had made an impression on the tender heart of Isalina ; and , indeed , how could I fail , my love being guided by sincerity , and her want of fortune ...
الصفحة 56
... never prized Thy love ; but such inviolable duty Thou shouldst have felt towards thy lord and king , As should have made thee e'en at a frail thought Shudder with horror . * Schiller , whose profound historical knowledge is a sufficient ...
... never prized Thy love ; but such inviolable duty Thou shouldst have felt towards thy lord and king , As should have made thee e'en at a frail thought Shudder with horror . * Schiller , whose profound historical knowledge is a sufficient ...
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admiration ancient appears Ariosto beauty called Catiline character church death delight Dublin effect Elgin Marbles England English epic poetry eyes fair fancy favour feel feet flowers French garden gaze genius give glacier Greek Guy's Cliff hand happy head heart Heaven Hesiod honour hope hour human imagination King lady letter light live London look Lord lover Martyr of Antioch Megabyzus mind Mont Blanc moral morning mountain nature never night o'er object observed once Parthenon passed passion Père La Chaise perhaps Petrarch Plato play pleasure poem poet poetical poetry possess present racter reader round Sallanche scene seems smile song SONNET soul spirit sweet taste Terpander thee thing thou thought tion town Vaud Velant verses Voltaire whole young youth
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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.