The New Monthly Magazine, Svazek 3E. Littell, 1822 |
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Strana 3
... appears , to the traveller , embosomed in a valley be- neath him , and " looking tranquillity . " I rang the bell , and was immediately admitted to the parlour . The abbess addressed me in English with the politeness of one accustomed ...
... appears , to the traveller , embosomed in a valley be- neath him , and " looking tranquillity . " I rang the bell , and was immediately admitted to the parlour . The abbess addressed me in English with the politeness of one accustomed ...
Strana 26
... appear Precipitously steep ; and drawing near , There breathes a living fragrance from the shore Of flowers yet fresh with childhood : on the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar , Or chirps the grasshopper one good night carol ...
... appear Precipitously steep ; and drawing near , There breathes a living fragrance from the shore Of flowers yet fresh with childhood : on the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar , Or chirps the grasshopper one good night carol ...
Strana 43
... appears some inconsiderable occurrence of more re- cent date , which a flash of thought redeems for a moment from long oblivion ; -which is seen amidst the dim confusion of half - forgot- ten things , like a little rock lighted up by a ...
... appears some inconsiderable occurrence of more re- cent date , which a flash of thought redeems for a moment from long oblivion ; -which is seen amidst the dim confusion of half - forgot- ten things , like a little rock lighted up by a ...
Strana 49
... appears to be no reason drawn from either physiology or analogy , why the most astonishing powers of intellect , the soundest sense , the most luxuriant imagination , should not take up their abode in those abridgments of human nature ...
... appears to be no reason drawn from either physiology or analogy , why the most astonishing powers of intellect , the soundest sense , the most luxuriant imagination , should not take up their abode in those abridgments of human nature ...
Strana 50
... appear to lose all their merit when transferred to paper . Neither have we any particulars as to the workings of his own mind under the circumstances of his very peculiar fate ; and over the most interesting relations of his life , he ...
... appear to lose all their merit when transferred to paper . Neither have we any particulars as to the workings of his own mind under the circumstances of his very peculiar fate ; and over the most interesting relations of his life , he ...
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Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 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.