The Illuminated Magazine, Том 2William James Linton Published for the proprietors, 1844 |
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... took me in her arms like a raw , red - faced , hour - old baby . " " A strange place this Turveytop , and a strange people , " cried we . " And amongst these folks you say you were brought up ? Brought up ! Why , you were of man's ...
... took me in her arms like a raw , red - faced , hour - old baby . " " A strange place this Turveytop , and a strange people , " cried we . " And amongst these folks you say you were brought up ? Brought up ! Why , you were of man's ...
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... took by turns possession of his heart . Still the vizard - face of Dorset Gardens eludes his vigilance , and the evening was well nigh spent . The Mall was thinning rapidly - the citizen had gone home tired with the scene , and the ...
... took by turns possession of his heart . Still the vizard - face of Dorset Gardens eludes his vigilance , and the evening was well nigh spent . The Mall was thinning rapidly - the citizen had gone home tired with the scene , and the ...
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... took in hand , telling a story with scarcely any other art than that of arranging the materials in their natural order . I allude to the Life of Beau Nash by no less emi- nent a hand than that of Dr. Goldsmith . The Doctor was a dandy ...
... took in hand , telling a story with scarcely any other art than that of arranging the materials in their natural order . I allude to the Life of Beau Nash by no less emi- nent a hand than that of Dr. Goldsmith . The Doctor was a dandy ...
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... took their departure in a very formal manner . The artist felt exceedingly mortified . He began to speculate in a very rational manner as to whether all this nonsense was not a great waste of time , and whe- ther he had not much better ...
... took their departure in a very formal manner . The artist felt exceedingly mortified . He began to speculate in a very rational manner as to whether all this nonsense was not a great waste of time , and whe- ther he had not much better ...
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... took home with me a phrenological bust , ac- companied by a card , descriptive of the different organs , which he was so kind as to lend me . On arriving at our own little domicile I immediately commenced my researches by examining the ...
... took home with me a phrenological bust , ac- companied by a card , descriptive of the different organs , which he was so kind as to lend me . On arriving at our own little domicile I immediately commenced my researches by examining the ...
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Стр. 135 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Стр. 104 - SO now is come our joyful'st feast; Let every man be jolly, Each room with ivy leaves is drest, And every post with holly. Though some churls at our mirth repine, Round your foreheads garlands twine, Drown sorrow in a cup of wine, And let us all be merry. Now, all our neighbours...
Стр. 294 - Strange cozenage ! None would live past years again, Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain ; And, from the dregs of life, think to receive, What the first sprightly running could not give. I'm tired with waiting for this chemic gold, Which fools us young, and beggars us when old.
Стр. 61 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn, That ten day-labourers could not end; Then lies him down, the lubber fiend, And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength; And crop-full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.
Стр. 294 - Hope's delusive mine,' as Johnson finely says; and I may also quote the celebrated lines of Dryden, equally philosophical and poetical : — When I consider life, 'tis all a cheat, Yet, fooled with hope, men favour the deceit ; Trust on, and think to-morrow will repay ; To-morrow's falser than the former day ; Lies worse ; and, while it says we shall be blest With some new joys, cuts off what we possest.
Стр. 65 - COMPOSED UPON WESTMINSTER BRIDGE, SEPTEMBER 3, 1802 EARTH has not anything to show more fair : Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty : This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning ; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill ; Ne'er saw I, never felt,...
Стр. 8 - Immortal Newton never spoke More truth, than here you'll find, Nor Pope himself e'er penn'da joke More cruel on mankind. '' The picture placed the busts between Gives satire its full strength ; Wisdom and Wit are little seen. But Folly at full length.
Стр. 136 - I loved the man, and do honour to his memory on this side idolatry as much as any.
Стр. 40 - KIND words can never die ; Cherished and blest, God knows how deep they lie Stored in the breast ; Like childhood's simple rhymes, Said o'er a thousand times — Aye in all years and climes, Distant and near; Kind words can never die, No ! never die.
Стр. 118 - A bowl alley,' writes the Bishop, ' is the place where there are three things thrown away besides bowls, to wit, time, money, and curses, and the last ten for one.