The New Monthly Magazine, Volym 3E. Littell, 1822 |
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... face , " not satisfied at Paris with a vogue of three days ! Why even I , who love you , should have gone off with the Prussian , like the rest , if my vanity were not ranged on your side by the flattery of my charms -Ma foi , vous êtes ...
... face , " not satisfied at Paris with a vogue of three days ! Why even I , who love you , should have gone off with the Prussian , like the rest , if my vanity were not ranged on your side by the flattery of my charms -Ma foi , vous êtes ...
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... face , and the abbess alone standing over me with mois- tened eyes . She knew our story - the disastrous influence that divided , when all human wishes seemed conspiring to unite us- talked to me only of indifferent things , until I had ...
... face , and the abbess alone standing over me with mois- tened eyes . She knew our story - the disastrous influence that divided , when all human wishes seemed conspiring to unite us- talked to me only of indifferent things , until I had ...
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... faces and strange people , but it is the plain road - way all along . Besides , their vicinity and intermixture with each other completely check those romantic anticipations , with which we look beyond sea . Europe is common life to ...
... faces and strange people , but it is the plain road - way all along . Besides , their vicinity and intermixture with each other completely check those romantic anticipations , with which we look beyond sea . Europe is common life to ...
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... faces New furbish'd , new christen'd , and placed upon shelves , Like nothing on earth , that I know , but themselves . A host of inscriptions which no one can read , With the host of unfruitful disputes which they breed . Two or three ...
... faces New furbish'd , new christen'd , and placed upon shelves , Like nothing on earth , that I know , but themselves . A host of inscriptions which no one can read , With the host of unfruitful disputes which they breed . Two or three ...
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... face , handing a wreath for Picton's brow to a Roman Le- gionary ( who cannot reach to Picton's bust ) , and who is to repre- sent to the spectator the most appropriate emblem of Valour . Now , we think that a British soldier is as ...
... face , handing a wreath for Picton's brow to a Roman Le- gionary ( who cannot reach to Picton's bust ) , and who is to repre- sent to the spectator the most appropriate emblem of Valour . Now , we think that a British soldier is as ...
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Sida 415 - The moon shines bright : — In such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they did make no noise...
Sida 491 - Sweet Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die.
Sida 238 - Purification in the old law did save, And such, as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind. Her face was...
Sida 236 - Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Sida 237 - LAWRENCE, of virtuous father virtuous son, Now that the fields are dank, and ways are mire, Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fire Help waste a sullen day, what may be won From the hard season gaining? Time will run On smoother, till Favonius reinspire The frozen earth, and clothe in fresh attire The lily and rose, that neither sowed nor spun.
Sida 551 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny : You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face ; You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Sida 236 - CROMWELL, our chief of men, who through a cloud Not of war only, but detractions rude, Guided by faith and matchless fortitude, To peace and truth thy glorious way hast ploughed...
Sida 220 - God Almighty first planted a garden; and, indeed, it is the purest of human pleasures; it is the greatest refreshment to the spirits of man; without which buildings and palaces are but gross handyworks...
Sida 491 - This dish of meat is too good for any but Anglers, or very honest men ; and I trust, you will prove both, and therefore I have trusted you with this secret.
Sida 237 - When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not : in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans The vales redoubled to the hills and they To heaven.