New Monthly Magazine, and Universal Register, Bind 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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... genius , in a monk's cowl , divided me once more from Adelaide . I took leave of her with a heart as heavy as if I had parted from her grave . After a few days passed at Milan my mind had recovered its spring , and I bethought me of my ...
... genius , in a monk's cowl , divided me once more from Adelaide . I took leave of her with a heart as heavy as if I had parted from her grave . After a few days passed at Milan my mind had recovered its spring , and I bethought me of my ...
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... genius , to the homage of the world's conqueror - and whom that first of conquerors and of heroes so generously resigned to his rival's humility and love . The fillet passed across his forehead , nearly shaded by the silver but still ...
... genius , to the homage of the world's conqueror - and whom that first of conquerors and of heroes so generously resigned to his rival's humility and love . The fillet passed across his forehead , nearly shaded by the silver but still ...
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... genius spared thee his fatal punishment ? Behold those that have received the last master - touch , how they seem to rejoice in the glory of their being ; whilst these yet unfinished sigh and struggle for the perfection which they are ...
... genius spared thee his fatal punishment ? Behold those that have received the last master - touch , how they seem to rejoice in the glory of their being ; whilst these yet unfinished sigh and struggle for the perfection which they are ...
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... genius is repressed , or the nationally - charged arrogance of self - opinion directs the labours of the architect and the sculptor , and even too often of the painter ; and so communicative are their ill - judged decisions , that I ...
... genius is repressed , or the nationally - charged arrogance of self - opinion directs the labours of the architect and the sculptor , and even too often of the painter ; and so communicative are their ill - judged decisions , that I ...
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... Genius . The naked truth every one hears of , though it is rarely exhibited ; but this genius might have had clothes on , for in the cold cavity of St. Paul's the boy looks as if freezing . Is there not generally a committee appointed ...
... Genius . The naked truth every one hears of , though it is rarely exhibited ; but this genius might have had clothes on , for in the cold cavity of St. Paul's the boy looks as if freezing . Is there not generally a committee appointed ...
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Side 399 - 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 ; in such a night, Troilus, methinks, mounted the Trojan walls, And sigh'd his soul toward the Grecian tents, Where Cressid lay that night.
Side 218 - From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud-pied April, dress'd in all his trim, Hath put a spirit of youth in every thing; That heavy Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell...
Side 533 - 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.
Side 398 - On our first father; half her swelling breast Naked met his under the flowing gold Of her loose tresses hid: he, in delight Both of her beauty and submissive charms, Smiled with superior love, as Jupiter On Juno smiles, when he impregns the clouds That shed May flowers...
Side 473 - 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. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die.
Side 222 - Rescued from death by force though pale and faint. Mine as whom washed from spot of childbed taint, 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 veiled, yet to my fancied sight, Love, sweetness, goodness in her person shined So clear, as in no face with more delight. But O as to embrace me she inclined I waked, she fled, and day brought back my night.
Side 222 - ... 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...
Side 53 - Give me the clear blue sky over my head," says he, "and the green turf beneath my feet, a winding road before me, and a three hours' march to dinner — and then to thinking ! It is hard if I cannot start some game on these lone heaths. I laugh, I run, I leap, I sing for joy.
Side 463 - 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.
Side 513 - And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures, Whilst the landscape round it measures ; Russet lawns, and fallows gray, Where the nibbling flocks do stray ; Mountains, on whose barren breast The labouring clouds do often rest ; Meadows trim, with daisies pied ; Shallow brooks, and rivers wide...