New Monthly Magazine, and Universal Register, Volym 4Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth Henry Colburn, 1822 |
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... English Garden Valentine Writing Sonnet - Francesco Redi Sonnet - Celio Magno 10 15 Campbell 113.J 12 .. .. 12 14 .. 14 144 148 154 .. 15 163 164. 278. 439. 573 171. 232 18 .. 187 188 193 193. 385 199 ib . ib . .. 209. 301. 423 .. 215 ...
... English Garden Valentine Writing Sonnet - Francesco Redi Sonnet - Celio Magno 10 15 Campbell 113.J 12 .. .. 12 14 .. 14 144 148 154 .. 15 163 164. 278. 439. 573 171. 232 18 .. 187 188 193 193. 385 199 ib . ib . .. 209. 301. 423 .. 215 ...
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... English Landscape Place on Population .. The Spectre Boat ; by T. Campbell On Garrick's Delivery of a passage in Shakspeare Song Brook Green Fair Song , by T. Campbell Song - Men of England ; by T. Campbell .. 5 53 . 535 541 550 551 553 ...
... English Landscape Place on Population .. The Spectre Boat ; by T. Campbell On Garrick's Delivery of a passage in Shakspeare Song Brook Green Fair Song , by T. Campbell Song - Men of England ; by T. Campbell .. 5 53 . 535 541 550 551 553 ...
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... English - excepting only the unfortunate author . But my greatest torture was the self - complacent grimace with which the Knight of St. Louis appealed to my candour , for the marvellous skill with which he had mastered the finesses of ...
... English - excepting only the unfortunate author . But my greatest torture was the self - complacent grimace with which the Knight of St. Louis appealed to my candour , for the marvellous skill with which he had mastered the finesses of ...
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... English with the politeness of one accustomed to the best society . She was the sister of a deceased Irish peer , whom a disappointment of the heart had , in her youth , driven from the world , which she was made to adorn . Upon ...
... English with the politeness of one accustomed to the best society . She was the sister of a deceased Irish peer , whom a disappointment of the heart had , in her youth , driven from the world , which she was made to adorn . Upon ...
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... English are allowed to be more given to occasional migration than any other people ; strength of purse , and a national morbidness of temper that requires the dissipation of foreign scenes and society , have been assigned as causes : to ...
... English are allowed to be more given to occasional migration than any other people ; strength of purse , and a national morbidness of temper that requires the dissipation of foreign scenes and society , have been assigned as causes : to ...
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Sida 419 - 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 495 - 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 241 - AVENGE, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold ; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones...
Sida 485 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Sida 242 - ... 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 re-inspire The frozen earth, and clothe in fresh attire The lily and rose, that neither- sow'd nor spun. What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice, Of Attic taste, with wine...
Sida 241 - God's trophies, and his work pursued, While Darwen stream, with blood of Scots imbrued; And Dunbar field, resounds thy praises loud. And Worcester's laureate wreath : yet much remains To conquer still ; Peace hath her victories No less renowned than War: new foes arise, Threatening to bind our souls with secular chains. Help us to save free conscience from the paw Of hireling wolves, whose Gospel is their maw.
Sida 241 - 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 240 - 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 75 - I sit by and sing. Or gather rushes to make many a ring For thy long fingers; tell thee tales of love, How the pale Phoebe, hunting in a grove, First saw the boy Endymion, from whose eyes She took eternal fire that never dies ; How she convey'd him softly in a sleep.
Sida 555 - 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.