Blackwood's Magazine, Том 7W. Blackwood., 1820 |
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... death were fast approaching . Adieu , mes amis , Adieu , la compagnie , Dans une heure d'ici , Mon ame , anéantie , Sera ce qu'elle était une heure avant ma vie . I have not heard that he has as yet had an epitaph bestowed on him , un ...
... death were fast approaching . Adieu , mes amis , Adieu , la compagnie , Dans une heure d'ici , Mon ame , anéantie , Sera ce qu'elle était une heure avant ma vie . I have not heard that he has as yet had an epitaph bestowed on him , un ...
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... death , is not so well known . A loose hint is thrown out by Madame de Staël , in her memoirs of this ex- traordinary character , that a suspicion was entertained of his having been taken off by poison . The particulars are these ...
... death , is not so well known . A loose hint is thrown out by Madame de Staël , in her memoirs of this ex- traordinary character , that a suspicion was entertained of his having been taken off by poison . The particulars are these ...
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... death were fast approaching . Adicu , mes amis , Adieu , la compagnie , Dans une heure d'ici , Mon ame , anéantie , Sera ce qu'elle était une heure avant ma vie . I have not heard that he has as yet had an epitaph bestowed on him , un ...
... death were fast approaching . Adicu , mes amis , Adieu , la compagnie , Dans une heure d'ici , Mon ame , anéantie , Sera ce qu'elle était une heure avant ma vie . I have not heard that he has as yet had an epitaph bestowed on him , un ...
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... death , is not so well known . A loose hint is thrown out by Madame de Staël , in her memoirs of this ex- traordinary character , that a suspicion was entertained of his having been taken off by poison . The particulars are these ...
... death , is not so well known . A loose hint is thrown out by Madame de Staël , in her memoirs of this ex- traordinary character , that a suspicion was entertained of his having been taken off by poison . The particulars are these ...
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... death on that very moor , -and , in a mo- ment , she knew that she was to die . Bitterly did the poor child weep , for death was terrible to her , who , though poor , enjoyed the bright little world of youth and innocence . The skies of ...
... death on that very moor , -and , in a mo- ment , she knew that she was to die . Bitterly did the poor child weep , for death was terrible to her , who , though poor , enjoyed the bright little world of youth and innocence . The skies of ...
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Стр. 184 - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
Стр. 419 - Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
Стр. 311 - O'er untravelled seas to roam, — Yet lives the blood of England in our veins ! And shall we not proclaim That blood of honest fame, Which no tyranny can tame By its chains...
Стр. 419 - Farewell the tranquil mind ! farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop and the big wars That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell, Farewell the neighing steed and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, <i The royal banner and all quality, Pride, pomp and circumstance of glorious war...
Стр. 161 - Or call up him that left half told The story of Cambuscan bold, Of Camball, and of Algarsife, And who had Canace to wife, That own'd the virtuous ring and glass, And of the wondrous horse of brass, On which the Tartar king did ride...
Стр. 314 - As to the family, they always entered in. at the gate, and most generally lived in the kitchen. To have seen a numerous household assembled around the fire, one would have imagined that he was transported back to those happy days of primeval simplicity, which float before our imaginations like golden visions. The fireplaces were of a truly patriarchal magnitude...
Стр. 284 - THE FANCY: A Selection from the Poetical Remains of the late Peter Corcoran, of Gray's Inn, student at law. With a brief Memoir of his life.
Стр. 153 - The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself; * Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like the baseless fabric of a vision, Leave not a wreck behind.
Стр. 154 - And the green turf lie lightly on thy breast : There shall the morn her earliest tears bestow, There the first roses of the year shall blow ; While angels with their silver wings o'ershade The ground, now sacred by thy reliques made.
Стр. 314 - ... worn out by the very precautions taken for its preservation. The whole house was constantly in a state of inundation, under the discipline of mops and brooms and scrubbingbrushes; and the good housewives of those days were a kind of amphibious animal, delighting exceedingly to be dabbling in water, — insomuch that an historian of the day gravely tells us, that many of his townswomen grew to have webbed fingers like unto a duck...