New Monthly Magazine, and Universal Register, Svazek 4Thomas 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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Strana 19
... effect of the costume is not ungraceful as might be supposed . In these things we have been too much slaves to old ideas . If a man of the present day looks digni- fied in existence and becoming in modern costume , does he not give the ...
... effect of the costume is not ungraceful as might be supposed . In these things we have been too much slaves to old ideas . If a man of the present day looks digni- fied in existence and becoming in modern costume , does he not give the ...
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... effect the modern female face , and on the neck of a goddess or a Virtue it is appropriately placed . But if they acted like our sculptors , we might expect to see the combatants in the Peninsular battles in Roman or Greek caparison ...
... effect the modern female face , and on the neck of a goddess or a Virtue it is appropriately placed . But if they acted like our sculptors , we might expect to see the combatants in the Peninsular battles in Roman or Greek caparison ...
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... effect , and her bequest goes by the name of the Psyche Ward . It is to Mrs. Tighe that Moore is supposed to allude in the following beautiful lines : " I saw thy form in youthful prime , Nor thought that pale decay Would steal before ...
... effect , and her bequest goes by the name of the Psyche Ward . It is to Mrs. Tighe that Moore is supposed to allude in the following beautiful lines : " I saw thy form in youthful prime , Nor thought that pale decay Would steal before ...
Strana 55
... effect on his little admirer - it completely silenced him . When the first surprise was over , he made a speech in explanation of his taci- turnity and in praise of Voltaire ; on hearing which , " the eyes of that respectable old ...
... effect on his little admirer - it completely silenced him . When the first surprise was over , he made a speech in explanation of his taci- turnity and in praise of Voltaire ; on hearing which , " the eyes of that respectable old ...
Strana 68
... effect is notorious - the cause remains a Je ne sçai quoi , a something , we know not what . It almost seems as if we viewed in some of our fellow - creatures an esprit malin in the dis- guise of humanity . We often think we see ...
... effect is notorious - the cause remains a Je ne sçai quoi , a something , we know not what . It almost seems as if we viewed in some of our fellow - creatures an esprit malin in the dis- guise of humanity . We often think we see ...
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Strana 419 - 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 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.
Strana 241 - AVENGE, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold ; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones...
Strana 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.
Strana 242 - ... 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 re-inspire The frozen earth, and clothe in fresh attire The lily and rose, that neither- sow'd nor spun. What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice, Of Attic taste, with wine...
Strana 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.
Strana 241 - 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 240 - 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 75 - I sit by and sing. Or gather rushes to make many a ring For thy long fingers; tell thee tales of love, How the pale Phoebe, hunting in a grove, First saw the boy Endymion, from whose eyes She took eternal fire that never dies ; How she convey'd him softly in a sleep.
Strana 555 - 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.