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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... turning round to Combabus , " You , " said he , " my young friend , who are instructed in the mysterious learning of these Greeks , do you believe the strange tale , that Venus has really appeared to this old man , for the purpose of ...
... turning round to Combabus , " You , " said he , " my young friend , who are instructed in the mysterious learning of these Greeks , do you believe the strange tale , that Venus has really appeared to this old man , for the purpose of ...
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... of strong excitement , whilst he applied his nostrils , to mingle his breath with that of the animal that lived and moved in the picture of Apelles . seen . " Sir , " said the painter , turning round The Gallery of Apelles .
... of strong excitement , whilst he applied his nostrils , to mingle his breath with that of the animal that lived and moved in the picture of Apelles . seen . " Sir , " said the painter , turning round The Gallery of Apelles .
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... turning round upon the satrap , " whilst you were silent , I took you for one really superior to other men , but by your speech you have shewn , that even this horse that bears you can judge a picture better . " **** The mortified pride ...
... turning round upon the satrap , " whilst you were silent , I took you for one really superior to other men , but by your speech you have shewn , that even this horse that bears you can judge a picture better . " **** The mortified pride ...
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... turn , according to law , now - a- days , or he may expect the peace - officers after him . You talk of su- perstition , and point to the ritual of Popery . " You would bate me of half my merriment out of spite to the scarlet lady ...
... turn , according to law , now - a- days , or he may expect the peace - officers after him . You talk of su- perstition , and point to the ritual of Popery . " You would bate me of half my merriment out of spite to the scarlet lady ...
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... 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 tidings and news of the health , happiness of friends , & c . they find ...
... 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 tidings and news of the health , happiness of friends , & c . they find ...
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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.