The New Monthly Magazine, المجلد 3E. Littell, 1822 |
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... idea was requisite to give a conception of the proudest era of the British monarchy , the competition should have been thrown open to the world . We wanted to illustrate a crowd of splendid achievements , and should not have been ...
... idea was requisite to give a conception of the proudest era of the British monarchy , the competition should have been thrown open to the world . We wanted to illustrate a crowd of splendid achievements , and should not have been ...
الصفحة 29
... idea of the intellectual cha- racter of an author from the writings which he leaves behind him . His personal character , his habits , his little tastes and peculiarities , survive but in the anecdotes which his contemporaries may ...
... idea of the intellectual cha- racter of an author from the writings which he leaves behind him . His personal character , his habits , his little tastes and peculiarities , survive but in the anecdotes which his contemporaries may ...
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... ideas , that genius should waste the body it inhabits , " And o'erinform its tenement of clay . " Besides , the plaintive thoughts and prayers to which it gives birth , are generally of that mild , resigned , and angelic character ...
... ideas , that genius should waste the body it inhabits , " And o'erinform its tenement of clay . " Besides , the plaintive thoughts and prayers to which it gives birth , are generally of that mild , resigned , and angelic character ...
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... idea of Time , as applicable to these , any truth higher or surer than those infinite varieties of duration which have been felt by each sin- gle heart ? Who shall truly count the measure of his own days- much more scan the real life of ...
... idea of Time , as applicable to these , any truth higher or surer than those infinite varieties of duration which have been felt by each sin- gle heart ? Who shall truly count the measure of his own days- much more scan the real life of ...
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... idea , and that idea is nothing more than the re- membrance of a listless sensation . A night of dull pain and months of lingering weakness are , in the retrospect , nearly the same thing . When our hands or our hearts are busy , we ...
... idea , and that idea is nothing more than the re- membrance of a listless sensation . A night of dull pain and months of lingering weakness are , in the retrospect , nearly the same thing . When our hands or our hearts are busy , we ...
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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.