New Monthly Magazine, and Universal Register, Том 10Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth Henry Colburn, 1824 |
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... fancy from the gulphs of yore Before me bade the Lyric Roman stand : But never feeling to my inmost soul So thrill'd , as when the dark Waldstetter sea I felt beneath in waves tumultuous roll , Bearing to Grutli's field of Liberty- To ...
... fancy from the gulphs of yore Before me bade the Lyric Roman stand : But never feeling to my inmost soul So thrill'd , as when the dark Waldstetter sea I felt beneath in waves tumultuous roll , Bearing to Grutli's field of Liberty- To ...
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... Fancy's wing , And nips her blossoms ere they spring , And turns the lightsome lay of gladness E'en in its flow to strains of sadness , And shades with clouds of care and fear The promise of another year . A. S. PATENTS AND PROJECTS ...
... Fancy's wing , And nips her blossoms ere they spring , And turns the lightsome lay of gladness E'en in its flow to strains of sadness , And shades with clouds of care and fear The promise of another year . A. S. PATENTS AND PROJECTS ...
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... fancy our opinion of ourselves confirmed by an impartial and faithful witness . He ( of all the world ) creeps the closest in our bosoms , into our favour and esteem , who thinks of us most nearly as we do of ourselves . Such a one is ...
... fancy our opinion of ourselves confirmed by an impartial and faithful witness . He ( of all the world ) creeps the closest in our bosoms , into our favour and esteem , who thinks of us most nearly as we do of ourselves . Such a one is ...
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... fancy I do ) that as selfishness is the vice of unlettered periods and nations , envy Vanity springs out is the bane of more refined and intellectual ones . of the grave of sordid self - interest . Men were formerly ready to cut one ...
... fancy I do ) that as selfishness is the vice of unlettered periods and nations , envy Vanity springs out is the bane of more refined and intellectual ones . of the grave of sordid self - interest . Men were formerly ready to cut one ...
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... fancy it ill - luck to spill the salt , who trem- ble at the ticking of a death - watch , object to your sitting cross - legged , or insist upon kicking a thirteenth person out of company , that they should even be treated with the ...
... fancy it ill - luck to spill the salt , who trem- ble at the ticking of a death - watch , object to your sitting cross - legged , or insist upon kicking a thirteenth person out of company , that they should even be treated with the ...
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Стр. 178 - Duncan is in his grave; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well. Treason has done his worst; nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, Can touch him further.
Стр. 77 - In regions mild of calm and serene air, Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call Earth, and, with low-thoughted care.
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Стр. 264 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength, a malady Most incident to maids ; bold oxlips and The crown imperial ; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one...
Стр. 32 - E'en now, where Alpine solitudes ascend, I sit me down a pensive hour to spend ; And placed on high above the storm's career, Look downward where an hundred realms appear ; Lakes, forests, cities, plains extending wide, The pomp of kings, the shepherd's humbler pride.
Стр. 420 - Me, of these Nor skill'd nor studious, higher argument "Remains ; sufficient of itself to raise That name, unless an age too late, or cold Climate, or years damp my intended wing Depress'd ; and much they may, if all be mine, Not hers, who brings it nightly to my ear.
Стр. 95 - Indeed I wonder that a sportive thought should ever knock at the door of my intellects, and still more that it should gain admittance. It is as if harlequin should intrude himself into the gloomy chamber where a corpse is deposited in state.
Стр. 60 - Thou art where friend meets friend, Beneath the shadow of the elm to rest; Thou art where foe meets foe, and trumpets rend The skies, and swords beat down the princely crest.
Стр. 420 - Memory and her siren daughters, but by devout prayer to that eternal Spirit, who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his seraphim, with the hallowed fire of his altar, to touch and purify the lips of whom he pleases.
Стр. 94 - I once thought Swift's Letters the best that could be written ; but I like Gray's better. His humour, or his wit, or whatever it is to be called, is never ill-natured or offensive, and yet, I think, equally poignant with the Dean's.