The New Monthly Magazine, Svazek 3E. Littell, 1822 |
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Strana 13
... feel locally as well as morally , swells in proportion to the magnitude of the barrier that obstructs it . The Alps are a noble boundary in imagination , but geographers , that unromantic sect , destroy it : - there is a line of ...
... feel locally as well as morally , swells in proportion to the magnitude of the barrier that obstructs it . The Alps are a noble boundary in imagination , but geographers , that unromantic sect , destroy it : - there is a line of ...
Strana 16
... feel- ings of patriotism and moral principle were stronger . If their enemies deny the assertion , it only proves them to be honester people at the theatre than any where else , which surely is not a proof of its being a bad school . Y ...
... feel- ings of patriotism and moral principle were stronger . If their enemies deny the assertion , it only proves them to be honester people at the theatre than any where else , which surely is not a proof of its being a bad school . Y ...
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... feel necessity , must incur expenditure , and pass much time without emolument . I do not deny the skill of the ... feeling of satis- faction . If a young man without the natural requisites for success The Fine Arts in England . 19.
... feel necessity , must incur expenditure , and pass much time without emolument . I do not deny the skill of the ... feeling of satis- faction . If a young man without the natural requisites for success The Fine Arts in England . 19.
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... feeling is strongly excited by visiting the scenes which have been formerly graced by their presence , and which seem ... feel more fascinated at visiting the scenes of these fictitious adventurers , than if all the affairs that had been ...
... feeling is strongly excited by visiting the scenes which have been formerly graced by their presence , and which seem ... feel more fascinated at visiting the scenes of these fictitious adventurers , than if all the affairs that had been ...
Strana 39
... feeling , its capriciousness and unamiability are too often revolting . Minds of inferior power , but still of genius , command more of our love , if not so much of our admiration ; we understand their joys and sorrows , which , however ...
... feeling , its capriciousness and unamiability are too often revolting . Minds of inferior power , but still of genius , command more of our love , if not so much of our admiration ; we understand their joys and sorrows , which , however ...
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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.