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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... Never were verses or poet in higher vogue. All the world met me with compliment and congratulation. But there is no glory without its alloy. Mine certainly was not. In the first place, the auditors scarcely understood a syllable of what ...
... Never were verses or poet in higher vogue. All the world met me with compliment and congratulation. But there is no glory without its alloy. Mine certainly was not. In the first place, the auditors scarcely understood a syllable of what ...
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... never persuade me that a French theatre was the habitation of Satan ; and , if we may judge by those sentiments and passages which they mark with applause , there never was a people in whom the feelings of patriotism and moral princi ...
... never persuade me that a French theatre was the habitation of Satan ; and , if we may judge by those sentiments and passages which they mark with applause , there never was a people in whom the feelings of patriotism and moral princi ...
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... never would know my green bonnet again ; The silk is all cover'd with spots , and the feather Flaps down like a lily in boisterous weather : The lining's not hurt , so I mean to unrip it ; But the surge has quite ruin'd my white ...
... never would know my green bonnet again ; The silk is all cover'd with spots , and the feather Flaps down like a lily in boisterous weather : The lining's not hurt , so I mean to unrip it ; But the surge has quite ruin'd my white ...
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... never was young because he is grown old , or never lived because he is now dead . The length or agreeableness of a journey does not depend on the few last steps of it , nor is the size of a building to be judged of from the last stone ...
... never was young because he is grown old , or never lived because he is now dead . The length or agreeableness of a journey does not depend on the few last steps of it , nor is the size of a building to be judged of from the last stone ...
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... never - failing vivacity . The Count says , with a happy but amusing vanity , " I had made an impression on the tender heart of Isalina ; and , indeed , how could I fail , my love being guided by sincerity , and her want of fortune ...
... never - failing vivacity . The Count says , with a happy but amusing vanity , " I had made an impression on the tender heart of Isalina ; and , indeed , how could I fail , my love being guided by sincerity , and her want of fortune ...
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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...