New Monthly Magazine, and Universal Register, Volume 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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... king , satrap of Bactria , Megabyzus , the most enlightened connoisseur and munificent patron of the age , who has deigned to visit him . " " A Greek , " said the Coan , " receives not the commands of a barbarian ; and he whom the ...
... king , satrap of Bactria , Megabyzus , the most enlightened connoisseur and munificent patron of the age , who has deigned to visit him . " " A Greek , " said the Coan , " receives not the commands of a barbarian ; and he whom the ...
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... King . * Speaking of battles brings me to the third illustration of my pre- mises . The Directors of the National Academy have given a sum of public money for the most rhapsodical picture that ever adorned the walls of an exhibition ...
... King . * Speaking of battles brings me to the third illustration of my pre- mises . The Directors of the National Academy have given a sum of public money for the most rhapsodical picture that ever adorned the walls of an exhibition ...
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... kings , our statesmen , our most celebrated wits and scho- lars , our warriors , our men of science , have almost all of them left some memory of their existence within the boundaries of the metropo- lis ; and indeed I sometimes think I ...
... kings , our statesmen , our most celebrated wits and scho- lars , our warriors , our men of science , have almost all of them left some memory of their existence within the boundaries of the metropo- lis ; and indeed I sometimes think I ...
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... King - street , Covent - garden . Through the disguise of her " ordinary gown , " and " her face half hid by her cap , " I could trace her sovereign beauty and her heavenly purity of spirit . I saw too , in the terrified depression of ...
... King - street , Covent - garden . Through the disguise of her " ordinary gown , " and " her face half hid by her cap , " I could trace her sovereign beauty and her heavenly purity of spirit . I saw too , in the terrified depression of ...
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... Kings are her cousins ! girl , hold up your neck ; Depend on it , Lyddy , it's not a bad spec . " Like a dutiful daughter I did depend on it , Went up to my bed - room to put on my bonnet , And , as the sun promised a morning of dryness ...
... Kings are her cousins ! girl , hold up your neck ; Depend on it , Lyddy , it's not a bad spec . " Like a dutiful daughter I did depend on it , Went up to my bed - room to put on my bonnet , And , as the sun promised a morning of dryness ...
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Page 399 - 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 ; in such a night, Troilus, methinks, mounted the Trojan walls, And sigh'd his soul toward the Grecian tents, Where Cressid lay that night.
Page 218 - From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud-pied April, dress'd in all his trim, Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing; That heavy Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell...
Page 533 - 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.
Page 398 - On our first father; half her swelling breast Naked met his under the flowing gold Of her loose tresses hid: he, in delight Both of her beauty and submissive charms, Smiled with superior love, as Jupiter On Juno smiles, when he impregns the clouds That shed May flowers...
Page 473 - 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. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die.
Page 222 - Rescued from death by force though pale and faint. Mine as whom washed from spot of childbed taint, 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 veiled, yet to my fancied sight, Love, sweetness, goodness in her person shined So clear, as in no face with more delight. But O as to embrace me she inclined I waked, she fled, and day brought back my night.
Page 222 - ... 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...
Page 53 - Give me the clear blue sky over my head," says he, "and the green turf beneath my feet, a winding road before me, and a three hours' march to dinner — and then to thinking ! It is hard if I cannot start some game on these lone heaths. I laugh, I run, I leap, I sing for joy.
Page 463 - 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.
Page 513 - And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures, Whilst the landscape round it measures ; Russet lawns, and fallows gray, Where the nibbling flocks do stray ; Mountains, on whose barren breast The labouring clouds do often rest ; Meadows trim, with daisies pied ; Shallow brooks, and rivers wide...