New Monthly Magazine, and Universal Register, Bind 99Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth E. W. Allen, 1853 |
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... eyes of the guager saw them not . " This contraband trade was continued there to a much later period than in England . The lines of Home , which Sir Walter Scott used to repeat , conveyed the spirit of the people upon the exclusion of ...
... eyes of the guager saw them not . " This contraband trade was continued there to a much later period than in England . The lines of Home , which Sir Walter Scott used to repeat , conveyed the spirit of the people upon the exclusion of ...
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... eye could rest : the glare was unbroken and terrible , as it always is there in the brilliant days of summer . The town ... eyes from the journal , and offering it to the fair questioner . " Ah bah ! merci to you , mademoiselle , all the ...
... eye could rest : the glare was unbroken and terrible , as it always is there in the brilliant days of summer . The town ... eyes from the journal , and offering it to the fair questioner . " Ah bah ! merci to you , mademoiselle , all the ...
Side 11
... eye , blended with much vanity . Glances of admiration stole towards him , but he seated himself by the side of the young English lady and her eyes were bent upon the ground , whilst the crimson flush of love rose to her features ...
... eye , blended with much vanity . Glances of admiration stole towards him , but he seated himself by the side of the young English lady and her eyes were bent upon the ground , whilst the crimson flush of love rose to her features ...
Side 12
... eyes , with a stare of admiration , on Lucy Chard . She rose from her seat , and spoke to her companion . 66 Francis , I think mamma must be waiting for me . " " Do you know that man , Lucy ? " he inquired . " Not at all , " she replied ...
... eyes , with a stare of admiration , on Lucy Chard . She rose from her seat , and spoke to her companion . 66 Francis , I think mamma must be waiting for me . " " Do you know that man , Lucy ? " he inquired . " Not at all , " she replied ...
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... eyes bent on her with admiration , as he whirled her round the room to the strains of the most exquisite waltz ever composed by Strauss . " What an acquisition ! " exclaimed Mrs. Chard , as she settled herself in her carriage , and they ...
... eyes bent on her with admiration , as he whirled her round the room to the strains of the most exquisite waltz ever composed by Strauss . " What an acquisition ! " exclaimed Mrs. Chard , as she settled herself in her carriage , and they ...
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Side 424 - For it is not metres, but a metre-making argument, that makes a poem, —a thought so passionate and alive, that, like the spirit of a plant or an animal, it has an architecture of its own, and adorns nature with a new thing.
Side 80 - But now his nose is thin, And it rests upon his chin Like a staff, And a crook is in his back, And a melancholy crack In his laugh.
Side 227 - Of this great consummation; and, by words Which speak of nothing more than what we are, Would I arouse the sensual from their sleep Of death, and win the vacant and the vain To noble raptures...
Side 306 - The red-bird warbled, as he wrought His hanging nest o'erhead, And fearless, near the fatal spot, Her young the partridge led. But there was weeping far away, And gentle eyes, for him, With watching many an anxious day, Were sorrowful and dim.
Side 31 - Has taken for a swan rogue Southey's gander. John Keats, who was kill'd off by one critique, Just as he really promised something great, If not intelligible, without Greek Contrived to talk about the gods of late Much as they might have been supposed to speak. Poor fellow ! His was an untoward fate ; 'Tis strange the mind, that very fiery particle, Should let itself be snuff'd out by an article.
Side 459 - Ophelia — poor Ophelia ! Oh, far too soft, too good, too fair to be cast among the briers of this working-day world, and fall and bleed upon the thorns of life ! What shall be said of her ? for eloquence is mute before her ! Like a strain of sad, sweet music which comes floating by us on the wings of night and silence, and which we rather feel than hear — like the exhalation of...
Side 83 - Don't catch the fidgets ; you have found your place Just in the focus of a nervous race, Fretful to change, and rabid to discuss, Full of excitements, always in a fuss ; — Think of the patriarchs ; then compare as men These lean-cheeked maniacs of the tongue and pen...
Side 34 - Comfort thee, O thou mourner, yet awhile! Again shall Elia's smile Refresh thy heart, where heart can ache no more. What is it we deplore? He leaves behind him, freed from griefs and years, Far worthier things than tears. The love of friends without a single foe: Unequalled lot below! His gentle soul, his genius, these are thine; For these dost thou repine?
Side 460 - I have always envied the Catholics their faith in that sweet, sacred Virgin Mother, who stands between them and the Deity, intercepting somewhat of His awful splendor, but permitting His love to stream upon the worshipper, more intelligibly to human comprehension, through the medium of a woman's tenderness.
Side 306 - Death should come Gently, to one of gentle mould like thee, As light winds wandering through groves of bloom Detach the delicate blossom from the tree. Close thy sweet eyes, calmly, and without pain ; And we will trust in God to see thee yet again.