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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... taste for profaneness , of which I am indeed intolerant , from a senti- ment that even wit cannot redeem it from the original sin of bad taste . Yet I passed the whole night previous to my intended visit to Ferney , composing , or ...
... taste for profaneness , of which I am indeed intolerant , from a senti- ment that even wit cannot redeem it from the original sin of bad taste . Yet I passed the whole night previous to my intended visit to Ferney , composing , or ...
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... taste , -keeping , my old friend , -let me recommend to you stricter keep- ing . Then the fore - shortening is bad , the right thigh out of drawing ; and mark that false shadow upon the inferior upper section of the left . Then again ...
... taste , -keeping , my old friend , -let me recommend to you stricter keep- ing . Then the fore - shortening is bad , the right thigh out of drawing ; and mark that false shadow upon the inferior upper section of the left . Then again ...
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... taste are elapsing without being profited by ; and that , when the present race of Continental travellers ( who see what painting has been , what architecture and sculpture are in the actual hour , ) shall have passed away , we shall ...
... taste are elapsing without being profited by ; and that , when the present race of Continental travellers ( who see what painting has been , what architecture and sculpture are in the actual hour , ) shall have passed away , we shall ...
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... taste ; for it happily is of so perishable a construction , that in some few years The United Service Club - house , the Fire - office , St. Peter's Chapel , the whole street itself , ( All its inhabitants , we hope , being gone ) Shall ...
... taste ; for it happily is of so perishable a construction , that in some few years The United Service Club - house , the Fire - office , St. Peter's Chapel , the whole street itself , ( All its inhabitants , we hope , being gone ) Shall ...
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... taste ? Our nobles stand in the frame in their official dresses , or in the common costume , our military as British military ; allegory is not crowded into the painting containing the modern portrait . And what artist would pencil but ...
... taste ? Our nobles stand in the frame in their official dresses , or in the common costume , our military as British military ; allegory is not crowded into the painting containing the modern portrait . And what artist would pencil but ...
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Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.