The New Monthly Magazine and Literary Journal, Том 31Henry Colburn and Company, 1831 |
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... poor Italy ? Behold ! the ocean recedes from her ports , the galleys and argosies of her trading republics are rotting a - strand . Incessant land - slips sweep adown her mountain sides , choke up the course of her streams , swamp the ...
... poor Italy ? Behold ! the ocean recedes from her ports , the galleys and argosies of her trading republics are rotting a - strand . Incessant land - slips sweep adown her mountain sides , choke up the course of her streams , swamp the ...
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... poor Milanese Tosa , obliged to escape from the insolence of a libertine feudatory , Don Rodrigo , is sailing by moonlight on her native lake , casting a last glance at her hamlet , at the home of her childhood . Overcome by emotions ...
... poor Milanese Tosa , obliged to escape from the insolence of a libertine feudatory , Don Rodrigo , is sailing by moonlight on her native lake , casting a last glance at her hamlet , at the home of her childhood . Overcome by emotions ...
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... poor clown speaks for himself . He has no reporter to set up his blunt thoughts into elegant phrases . Led by chance into the midst of a bread - riot at Milan , prodigal of his own enlightened views on political economy and ...
... poor clown speaks for himself . He has no reporter to set up his blunt thoughts into elegant phrases . Led by chance into the midst of a bread - riot at Milan , prodigal of his own enlightened views on political economy and ...
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... poor tree ? inquired Father Macario . “ Oh , father , ' replied the good man , ' for years and years we can get never a walnut out of it , I'll even try if I can make fire - wood with it . ' * Leave it alone , leave it alone , ' said ...
... poor tree ? inquired Father Macario . “ Oh , father , ' replied the good man , ' for years and years we can get never a walnut out of it , I'll even try if I can make fire - wood with it . ' * Leave it alone , leave it alone , ' said ...
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... poor body had as large a supply as heart might wish ; for , remember , we monks are like the sea , receiving water on every side , only to distribute it bountifully to every stream . Manzoni's Capuchins can , indeed , hold a different ...
... poor body had as large a supply as heart might wish ; for , remember , we monks are like the sea , receiving water on every side , only to distribute it bountifully to every stream . Manzoni's Capuchins can , indeed , hold a different ...
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Стр. 293 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear...
Стр. 293 - The Epipsychidion is a mystery ; as to real flesh and blood, you know that I do not deal in those articles ; you might as well go to a ginshop for a leg of mutton, as expect anything human or earthly from me.
Стр. 235 - Thoughts of great deeds were mine, dear Friend, when first The clouds which wrap this world from youth did pass. I do remember well the hour which burst My spirit's sleep : a fresh May-dawn it was, When I walked forth upon the glittering grass, And wept, I knew not why: until there rose From the near school-room, voices, that, alas!
Стр. 238 - No one knows better than their real author, that his opinions and mine differ materially upon the metaphysical portion of that work ; though in common with all who are not blinded by baseness and bigotry, I highly admire the poetry of that and his other publications.
Стр. 238 - I have not seen this production for several years ; I doubt not but that it is perfectly worthless in point of literary composition ; and that in all that concerns moral and political speculation, as well as in the subtler discriminations of metaphysical and religious doctrine, it is still more crude and immature.
Стр. 294 - He was the most gentle, most amiable, and least worldly-minded person I ever met; full of delicacy, disinterested beyond all other men, and possessing a degree of genius, joined to a simplicity, as rare as it is admirable. He had formed to himself a beau ideal of all that is fine, high-minded, and noble, and he acted up to this ideal even to the very letter.
Стр. 235 - I do remember well the hour which burst My spirit's sleep. A fresh May-dawn it was, When I walked forth upon the glittering grass, And wept, I knew not why : until there rose From the near schoolroom voices that, alas! Were but one echo from a world of woes — The harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foes.
Стр. 403 - Now sing ye the death-song, and loudly pray For the soul of my Knight so dear ; And call me a widow this wretched day, Since the warning of God is here ! For...
Стр. 292 - ALAS ! good friend, what profit can you see In hating such a hateless thing as me ? There is no sport in hate where all the rage Is on one side. In vain would you assuage Your frowns upon an unresisting smile, In which not even contempt lurks, to beguile Your heart, by some faint sympathy of hate.
Стр. 235 - I will be wise, And just, and free, and mild, if in me lies Such power, for I grow weary to behold The selfish and the strong still tyrannize Without reproach or check.