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... VOL . VII . A MAN of genius and taste , Gray the poet , lamented that his native country had made no advance in sculpture . . This reproach has been removed , and removed too by a masterly hand . Those who wish to trace the return of ...
... VOL . VII . A MAN of genius and taste , Gray the poet , lamented that his native country had made no advance in sculpture . . This reproach has been removed , and removed too by a masterly hand . Those who wish to trace the return of ...
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... VOL . VII . A MAN of genius and taste , Gray the poet , lamented that his native country had made no advance in sculpture . This reproach has been removed , and removed too by a masterly hand . Those who wish to trace the return of ...
... VOL . VII . A MAN of genius and taste , Gray the poet , lamented that his native country had made no advance in sculpture . This reproach has been removed , and removed too by a masterly hand . Those who wish to trace the return of ...
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... VOL . VII . pool - but on the bench immediately over against me , I descry scarce any other sort of representatives than members for close , or , if you will , for rotten boroughs . To suppose , there- fore , that our political ...
... VOL . VII . pool - but on the bench immediately over against me , I descry scarce any other sort of representatives than members for close , or , if you will , for rotten boroughs . To suppose , there- fore , that our political ...
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... VOL . VII . " D. T. And , as the harp's enliven'd strain Doth oft to melancholy wane Without the players will or care- So I am sad , ere well aware . Alas ! though I had ever known My buried heart was turn'd to stone , I might have ...
... VOL . VII . " D. T. And , as the harp's enliven'd strain Doth oft to melancholy wane Without the players will or care- So I am sad , ere well aware . Alas ! though I had ever known My buried heart was turn'd to stone , I might have ...
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Side 166 - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
Side 149 - Or call up him that left half told The story of Cambuscan bold, Of Camball, and of Algarsife, And who had Canace to wife, That own'd the virtuous ring and glass, And of the wondrous horse of brass, On which the Tartar king did ride...
Side 166 - In the touch of this bosom there worketh a spell, Which is lord of thy utterance, Christabel...
Side 269 - The parties broke up without noise and without confusion. They were carried home by their own carriages; that is to say, by the vehicles Nature had provided them, excepting such of the wealthy as could afford to keep a wagon.
Side 436 - Katterfelto, with his hair on end At his own wonders, wondering for his bread.
Side 269 - ... monkey divertisements of smart young gentlemen, with no brains at all. On the contrary, the young ladies seated themselves demurely in their rush-bottomed chairs, and knit their own woollen stockings; nor ever opened their lips, excepting to say yah Mynheer...
Side 202 - THE FANCY: A Selection from the Poetical Remains of the late Peter Corcoran, of Gray's Inn, student at law. With a brief Memoir of his life.
Side 141 - The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself; * Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like the baseless fabric of a vision, Leave not a wreck behind.
Side 75 - With cool and verdant gardens interspersed ; Here towers of war that frown in massy strength. While over all hangs the rich purple eve, As conscious of its being her last farewell Of light and glory to that fated city. And. as our clouds of battle dust and smoke Are melted into air, behold the Temple...
Side 269 - The company being seated around the genial board, and each furnished with a fork, evinced their dexterity in lanching at the fattest pieces in this mighty dish — in much the same manner as sailors harpoon porpoises at sea, or our Indians spear salmon in the lakes.