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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... seems happily on the decline amongst us . Glorious is the reign in which the blood of the subject flows not for State offences . How glorious does this circumstance render the government of Queen Anne . Let us hope that the reign of ...
... seems happily on the decline amongst us . Glorious is the reign in which the blood of the subject flows not for State offences . How glorious does this circumstance render the government of Queen Anne . Let us hope that the reign of ...
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... seems to have been to him the " green spot " to which his memory ever reverted with pride and with pleasure . The very name conjured up the recollections of his youthful days , when he heard the chimes at midnight , or lay all night in ...
... seems to have been to him the " green spot " to which his memory ever reverted with pride and with pleasure . The very name conjured up the recollections of his youthful days , when he heard the chimes at midnight , or lay all night in ...
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... seems to emulate . " The Strand , no doubt , would furnish a thousand curious recollec- tions , both historical and literary . Our chief nobility used to re- side between it and the Thames , as the names of the various streets yet ...
... seems to emulate . " The Strand , no doubt , would furnish a thousand curious recollec- tions , both historical and literary . Our chief nobility used to re- side between it and the Thames , as the names of the various streets yet ...
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... seems to cry Noli - me - tan to the weather , I civilly spoke to the Captain my wish For a rod , hook , and line , to astonish the fish ; I got ' em and bobb'd : had a bite from a shark : But the double - tooth'd cull was not up to the ...
... seems to cry Noli - me - tan to the weather , I civilly spoke to the Captain my wish For a rod , hook , and line , to astonish the fish ; I got ' em and bobb'd : had a bite from a shark : But the double - tooth'd cull was not up to the ...
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... seems which has been crowded with events or feelings leaving a strong impression behind them . In thinking on ... seem to have lived long , because we look back through a long series of events , or feel them at once peering one above the ...
... seems which has been crowded with events or feelings leaving a strong impression behind them . In thinking on ... seem to have lived long , because we look back through a long series of events , or feel them at once peering one above the ...
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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...