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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... interest will be but a dead letter . Such things must be left to chance : - : -a good stock of animal spirits is , after all , the best compagnon de voyage ; it enables one to quaff the de- licious draught of novelty , unmixed with that ...
... interest will be but a dead letter . Such things must be left to chance : - : -a good stock of animal spirits is , after all , the best compagnon de voyage ; it enables one to quaff the de- licious draught of novelty , unmixed with that ...
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... interests of a well - established artist . The British School of Painting ( in a rapid state of advancement ) owes ... interest any longer to encourage those of the Continent . In the most justly che- * See the design for a monument to ...
... interests of a well - established artist . The British School of Painting ( in a rapid state of advancement ) owes ... interest any longer to encourage those of the Continent . In the most justly che- * See the design for a monument to ...
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... interest . Its singularity is not less remarkable than its beauty . The water is furnished by the small Lakes of Joux and Rousses , which are situated above the rocks of Val Orbe at 24 Letters on a Tour in Switzerland .
... interest . Its singularity is not less remarkable than its beauty . The water is furnished by the small Lakes of Joux and Rousses , which are situated above the rocks of Val Orbe at 24 Letters on a Tour in Switzerland .
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... interest ; but it is surprising how little they are missed . Nature in Switzerland is all in all . She has here built her perennial throne , and reigns unquestioned mistress of all our sympathies and sensations . Art scarcely puts in a ...
... interest ; but it is surprising how little they are missed . Nature in Switzerland is all in all . She has here built her perennial throne , and reigns unquestioned mistress of all our sympathies and sensations . Art scarcely puts in a ...
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... interest in our eyes , but even the scenes which they have alluded to in their works excite a portion of the same feeling . Nay , even the places which have been chosen by our writers of fiction , our dramatists , and our novelists , as ...
... interest in our eyes , but even the scenes which they have alluded to in their works excite a portion of the same feeling . Nay , even the places which have been chosen by our writers of fiction , our dramatists , and our novelists , as ...
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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.