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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... lives are saved . " They re- leased me . I instantly unrolled my picture , which was painted on the flexible canvass of Egypt , folded into a small compass . A propitious flash came , and revealed the beauteous image to their eyes ...
... lives are saved . " They re- leased me . I instantly unrolled my picture , which was painted on the flexible canvass of Egypt , folded into a small compass . A propitious flash came , and revealed the beauteous image to their eyes ...
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... lives of our celebrated wits and authors , we find perpetual references to various parts of the metropolis . In almost innumerable instances the scenes of our dramas are laid there ; and it would be difficult to mention a novel , in ...
... lives of our celebrated wits and authors , we find perpetual references to various parts of the metropolis . In almost innumerable instances the scenes of our dramas are laid there ; and it would be difficult to mention a novel , in ...
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... live with them is far less sweet , Than to remember thee , Mary ! * R .. A CHAPTER ON " TIME " . BEING AN ATTEMPT TO THROW NEW LIGHT ON AN OLD SUBJECT . " We know what we are , " said poor Ophelia , " but we know not what we may be ...
... live with them is far less sweet , Than to remember thee , Mary ! * R .. A CHAPTER ON " TIME " . BEING AN ATTEMPT TO THROW NEW LIGHT ON AN OLD SUBJECT . " We know what we are , " said poor Ophelia , " but we know not what we may be ...
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... lives . It is not just to compare them with the duration of rocks and hills , which have held out " a thousand ... live centuries in contemplation , and have all the sentiment of six thousand years in our memories : — " The wars we ...
... lives . It is not just to compare them with the duration of rocks and hills , which have held out " a thousand ... live centuries in contemplation , and have all the sentiment of six thousand years in our memories : — " The wars we ...
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... lives ! He lives longest of all who looks back oftenest , whose life is most populous of thought or action , and on every retrospect The man who does not meditate has no real makes the vastest picture . consciousness of being . Such an ...
... lives ! He lives longest of all who looks back oftenest , whose life is most populous of thought or action , and on every retrospect The man who does not meditate has no real makes the vastest picture . consciousness of being . Such an ...
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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.