New Monthly Magazine, and Universal Register, Volumen4Thomas 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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... lives are saved . " They re- leased me . I instantly unrolled my picture , which was painted on the flexible canvass of Egypt , folded into a small compass . A propitious flash came , and revealed the beauteous image to their eyes ...
... lives are saved . " They re- leased me . I instantly unrolled my picture , which was painted on the flexible canvass of Egypt , folded into a small compass . A propitious flash came , and revealed the beauteous image to their eyes ...
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... lives of our celebrated wits and authors , we find perpetual references to various parts of the metropolis . In almost innumerable instances the scenes of our dramas are laid there ; and it would be difficult to mention a novel , in ...
... lives of our celebrated wits and authors , we find perpetual references to various parts of the metropolis . In almost innumerable instances the scenes of our dramas are laid there ; and it would be difficult to mention a novel , in ...
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... live with them is far less sweet , Than to remember thee , Mary ! * A CHAPTER ON " TIME " . R. BEING AN ATTEMPT TO THROW NEW LIGHT ON AN OLD SUBJECT . 66 " We know what we are , " said poor Ophelia , " but we know not what we may be ...
... live with them is far less sweet , Than to remember thee , Mary ! * A CHAPTER ON " TIME " . R. BEING AN ATTEMPT TO THROW NEW LIGHT ON AN OLD SUBJECT . 66 " We know what we are , " said poor Ophelia , " but we know not what we may be ...
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... lives . It is not just to compare them with the duration of rocks and hills , which have held out " a thousand ... live centuries in contemplation , and have all the sentiment of six thousand years in our memories : - " The wars we ...
... lives . It is not just to compare them with the duration of rocks and hills , which have held out " a thousand ... live centuries in contemplation , and have all the sentiment of six thousand years in our memories : - " The wars we ...
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... lives ! He lives longest of all who looks back oftenest , whose life is most populous of thought or action , and on every retrospect makes the vastest picture . The man who does not meditate has no real consciousness of being . Such an ...
... lives ! He lives longest of all who looks back oftenest , whose life is most populous of thought or action , and on every retrospect makes the vastest picture . The man who does not meditate has no real consciousness of being . Such an ...
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Página 238 - Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue Could make me any summer's story tell...
Página 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. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die.
Página 354 - Twere now to be most happy, for I fear My soul hath her content so absolute That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate.
Página 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.
Página 241 - 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.
Página 108 - Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream : The genius, and the mortal instruments, Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
Página 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.
Página 242 - Rescued from death by force though pale and faint. Mine as whom washed from spot of childbed taint, 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 veiled, yet to my fancied sight, Love, sweetness, goodness in her person shined So clear, as in no face with more delight. But O as to embrace me she inclined I waked, she fled, and day brought back my night.
Página 535 - Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures Whilst the landscape round it measures; Russet lawns, and fallows gray, Where the nibbling flocks do stray; Mountains, on whose barren breast The labouring clouds do often rest ; Meadows trim with daisies pied, Shallow brooks, and rivers wide: Towers and battlements it sees Bosom'd high in tufted trees, Where perhaps some Beauty lies, The Cynosure of neighbouring eyes.
Página 494 - Peter's master upon my reader, "and upon all that are true lovers of virtue; and dare trust in his providence; and be quiet; And go a angling.