The London Literary Gazette and Journal of Belles Lettres, Arts, Sciences, EtcH. Colburn, 1820 |
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... heart - ache ; our meat was always dried and burnt up ; we are , in his opinion , barbarians in the art of cookery . The English excel in the pleasures of the table . But our ladies , our fair Parisians , displeased the Ambassador ...
... heart - ache ; our meat was always dried and burnt up ; we are , in his opinion , barbarians in the art of cookery . The English excel in the pleasures of the table . But our ladies , our fair Parisians , displeased the Ambassador ...
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... heart , And like fell dews their baneful influence shed- More poisonous still when least we feel their smart . My youth a dream , a fleeting cloud - is gone , Or this - when night recedes from opening morn , Like that which passeth o'er ...
... heart , And like fell dews their baneful influence shed- More poisonous still when least we feel their smart . My youth a dream , a fleeting cloud - is gone , Or this - when night recedes from opening morn , Like that which passeth o'er ...
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... heart , Bankrupt of every hope from human art , Still wept and watch'd , and still to heav'n for aid Her fruitless vows , with meek devotion paid ; But thou ! pure spirit ! fled to endless rest , Dear child ! my heart - dear Bella ...
... heart , Bankrupt of every hope from human art , Still wept and watch'd , and still to heav'n for aid Her fruitless vows , with meek devotion paid ; But thou ! pure spirit ! fled to endless rest , Dear child ! my heart - dear Bella ...
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... heart Turns with a full confiding . Never ' till now Didst thou or any other hear me tell How first I knew De Lacy : aye , he was The desolate stranger of that winter's day . Written at an Inn within sight of Consbro ' Castle ...
... heart Turns with a full confiding . Never ' till now Didst thou or any other hear me tell How first I knew De Lacy : aye , he was The desolate stranger of that winter's day . Written at an Inn within sight of Consbro ' Castle ...
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... heart - cheering a compliment to the Duke of Newcastle , he asks for drink she gives it to him scald - young inmate even more than we had ourselves from the repositories of whose succes- ing hot ; always forgets which arm was in ...
... heart - cheering a compliment to the Duke of Newcastle , he asks for drink she gives it to him scald - young inmate even more than we had ourselves from the repositories of whose succes- ing hot ; always forgets which arm was in ...
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Strana 211 - In the evening I went very unwillingly to a society in Aldersgate Street, where one was reading Luther's preface to the Epistle to the Romans. About a quarter before nine, while he was describing the change which God works in the heart through faith in Christ, I felt my heart strangely warmed.
Strana 200 - Enough, if something from our hands have power To live, and act, and serve the future hour; And if, as toward the silent tomb we go, Through love, through hope, and faith's transcendent dower, We feel that we are greater than we know.
Strana 82 - Caesar had his Brutus — Charles the First his Cromwell — and George the Third — [" Treason " cried the Speaker ; " treason ! treason ! " echoed from every part of the house.
Strana 4 - O how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields ; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of Heaven...
Strana 71 - From all sedition and privy conspiracy, from the tyranny of the Bishop of Rome, and all his detestable enormities, from all false doctrine and heresy, from hardness of heart, and contempt of thy word and commandment.
Strana 246 - For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you ; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.
Strana 207 - On my arrival at Rome, I found that the story of the Cenci was a subject not to be mentioned in Italian society without awakening a deep and breathless interest...
Strana 132 - To bless each valley, grove, and coast, And charm the cherubs to the post Of gratitude in throngs; To keep the days on Zion's Mount, And send the Year to his account, With dances and with songs : O servant of God's holiest charge, The minister of praise at large, Which thou mayst now receive; From thy blest mansion hail and hear, From topmost eminence appear To this the wreath I weave.
Strana 17 - Memoirs of the Protector, Oliver Cromwell, and of his Sons Richard and Henry. Illustrated by Original Letters, and other Family Papers.
Strana 208 - tis rough and narrow, And winds with short turns down the precipice ; And in its depth there is a mighty rock, Which has, from unimaginable years, Sustained itself with terror and with toil Over a gulf, and with the agony With which it clings seems slowly coming down...