The New Monthly Magazine, Svazek 3E. Littell, 1822 |
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... means of gaining admission to the presence of the " old patriarch , " whom , in the capriciousness of my dreams , I imagined still living , and invisible to all but some fortunate few of the numberless pilgrims who visited his dwelling ...
... means of gaining admission to the presence of the " old patriarch , " whom , in the capriciousness of my dreams , I imagined still living , and invisible to all but some fortunate few of the numberless pilgrims who visited his dwelling ...
Strana 5
... means should be discarded , and the cure left to Heaven only . This edi- fying discourse was much relished . I consented , however , to a light shade , which should prevent the sudden transition from giving pain to the organ . The ...
... means should be discarded , and the cure left to Heaven only . This edi- fying discourse was much relished . I consented , however , to a light shade , which should prevent the sudden transition from giving pain to the organ . The ...
Strana 35
... mean to unrip it ; But the surge has quite ruin'd my white - spotted tippet ; And the waves of the ocean , like ill - natured brutes , Have rotted the fur on my blue leather boots . In short , what with monsters who haul'd my ...
... mean to unrip it ; But the surge has quite ruin'd my white - spotted tippet ; And the waves of the ocean , like ill - natured brutes , Have rotted the fur on my blue leather boots . In short , what with monsters who haul'd my ...
Strana 40
... means the best of her pro- ductions , alludes to them ; " Dear chesnut bower ! I hail thy secret shade , Image of tranquil life ! escaped yon throng , Who weave the dance and swell the choral song , And all the summer's day have wanton ...
... means the best of her pro- ductions , alludes to them ; " Dear chesnut bower ! I hail thy secret shade , Image of tranquil life ! escaped yon throng , Who weave the dance and swell the choral song , And all the summer's day have wanton ...
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... means By the means that gain'd it : Thou art call'd This day to practise both . Gomez is then stationed as a silent spy , whilst Philip tortures his unhappy wife with artful interrogatories , tending to induce her to believe that he is ...
... means By the means that gain'd it : Thou art call'd This day to practise both . Gomez is then stationed as a silent spy , whilst Philip tortures his unhappy wife with artful interrogatories , tending to induce her to believe that he is ...
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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.