Robinson's Magazine: A Weekly Repository of Original Papers and Selections from English Magazines, Том 1Joseph Robinson, 1818 |
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... tell her mournful story O'er the Soldiers ' Grave . We live secure , and sleep at ease ; Tranquillity our steps awaits- They left their homes , and ploughed the seas , To keep the battle from our gates The forest moans - a voice of ...
... tell her mournful story O'er the Soldiers ' Grave . We live secure , and sleep at ease ; Tranquillity our steps awaits- They left their homes , and ploughed the seas , To keep the battle from our gates The forest moans - a voice of ...
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... tell you , he MAG . VOL . I. 2 has , among other things , saved me a great deal of money during the journey ; for the impositions upon travellers , who have nobody to fight their battles , and to know what is right and proper , and to ...
... tell you , he MAG . VOL . I. 2 has , among other things , saved me a great deal of money during the journey ; for the impositions upon travellers , who have nobody to fight their battles , and to know what is right and proper , and to ...
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... tell them their fortune ; I ridiculed them , and laughing heartily , presented my hand to the fortune - teller . In the spring of the year 1788 , I The twentieth of August ! said she set out from Miclos - Var in Tran- to me with a ...
... tell them their fortune ; I ridiculed them , and laughing heartily , presented my hand to the fortune - teller . In the spring of the year 1788 , I The twentieth of August ! said she set out from Miclos - Var in Tran- to me with a ...
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... tell now , or at all , Venice the bell from every city bore , Aud at the moment when I fix my story , That sea - born city was in all her glory . XI . They've pretty faces yet , those same Venetians , Black eyes , arch'd brows , and ...
... tell now , or at all , Venice the bell from every city bore , Aud at the moment when I fix my story , That sea - born city was in all her glory . XI . They've pretty faces yet , those same Venetians , Black eyes , arch'd brows , and ...
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... tell a story , Sold pictures , and was skilful in the dance as Italians can be , though in this their glory Must surely yield the palm to that which France has ; In short , he was a perfect cavaliero , point ha And to his very valet ...
... tell a story , Sold pictures , and was skilful in the dance as Italians can be , though in this their glory Must surely yield the palm to that which France has ; In short , he was a perfect cavaliero , point ha And to his very valet ...
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Стр. 157 - Chancellor held on his course towards that unknown part of the world, and sailed so far that he came at last to the place where he found no night at all, but a continual light and brightness of the sun shining clearly upon the huge and mighty sea.
Стр. 90 - Tis reason a man that will have a wife should be at the charge of her trinkets, and pay all the scores she sets on him. He that will keep a monkey, 'tis fit he should pay for the glasses he breaks.
Стр. 30 - I love the language, that soft bastard Latin, Which melts like kisses from a female mouth, And sounds as if it should be writ on satin, With syllables which breathe of the sweet South, And gentle liquids gliding all so pat in, That not a single accent seems uncouth, Like our harsh northern whistling, grunting guttural, Which we're obliged to hiss, and spit, and sputter all.
Стр. 29 - And up and down the long canals they go, And under the Rialto shoot along, By night and day, all paces, swift or slow, And round the theatres, a sable throng, They wait in their dusk livery of woe, But not to them do...
Стр. 93 - THOUGH some make slight of libels, yet you may see by them how the wind sits : as take a straw and throw it up into the air, you shall see by that which way the wind is, which you shall not do by casting up a stone. More solid things do not show the complexion of the times so well as ballads and libels.
Стр. 320 - Twas a skull Once of ethereal spirit full. This narrow cell was Life's retreat: This space was Thought's mysterious seat. What beauteous visions filled this spot! What dreams of pleasure long forgot! Nor hope, nor joy, nor love, nor fear Have left one trace of record here. Beneath this moldering canopy Once shone the bright and busy eye; But start not at the dismal void.
Стр. 320 - Can little now avail to them. But if the page of truth they sought, Or comfort to the mourner brought, These hands a richer...
Стр. 213 - I fell into the gloom to which from my infancy I had been occasionally subject. I had a family for whom I had no dinner, and a landlady for whom I had no rent. I had gone abroad in despondence — I returned home almost in desperation.
Стр. 320 - But start not at the dismal void: If social love that eye employed...
Стр. 272 - Then said the Rose, with deepened glow, " On me another grace bestow ;" The spirit paused in silent thought, — What grace was there that flower had not...