New Monthly Magazine, and Universal Register, כרך 4Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth Henry Colburn, 1822 |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 100
עמוד 3
... means of gaining admission to the presence of the " old patriarch , " whom , in the capriciousness of my dreams , I imagined still living , and invisible to all but some fortunate few of the numberless pil- grims who visited his ...
... means of gaining admission to the presence of the " old patriarch , " whom , in the capriciousness of my dreams , I imagined still living , and invisible to all but some fortunate few of the numberless pil- grims who visited his ...
עמוד 5
... means should be discarded , and the cure left to Heaven only . This edifying discourse was much relished . I consented , however , to a light shade , which should prevent the sudden transition from giving pain to the organ . The ...
... means should be discarded , and the cure left to Heaven only . This edifying discourse was much relished . I consented , however , to a light shade , which should prevent the sudden transition from giving pain to the organ . The ...
עמוד 20
... means of in- troducing such sculpture as might originate a new school in England . Something of this kind should be done , to save us from the laughter of the Continent . Our painters , whose art is more difficult , have com- pletely ...
... means of in- troducing such sculpture as might originate a new school in England . Something of this kind should be done , to save us from the laughter of the Continent . Our painters , whose art is more difficult , have com- pletely ...
עמוד 35
... mean to unrip it ; But the surge has quite ruin'd my white - spotted tippet ; And the waves of the ocean , like ill - natured brutes , Have rotted the fur on my blue leather boots . In short , what with monsters who haul'd my ...
... mean to unrip it ; But the surge has quite ruin'd my white - spotted tippet ; And the waves of the ocean , like ill - natured brutes , Have rotted the fur on my blue leather boots . In short , what with monsters who haul'd my ...
עמוד 40
... means the best of her productions , alludes to them : " Dear chesnut bower ! I hail thy secret shade , Image of tranquil life ! escaped yon throng , Who weave the dance and swell the choral song , And all the summer's day have wanton ...
... means the best of her productions , alludes to them : " Dear chesnut bower ! I hail thy secret shade , Image of tranquil life ! escaped yon throng , Who weave the dance and swell the choral song , And all the summer's day have wanton ...
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מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
admiration Æsop ancient appears Ariosto beauty called Catiline character chess church death delight Doddington Dublin effect England English eyes fair fancy favour feel feet flowers French garden gaze genius give glacier Greek Guy's Cliff hand happy head heart Heaven Hesiod honour hope hour human imagination King lady letter light live London look Lord lover Martyr of Antioch Megabyzus mind Mont Blanc moral morning mountain nature never night o'er object observed once Parthenon passed passion Père La Chaise perhaps person Petrarch Plato play pleasure poem poet poetical poetry possess present racter reader round Sallanche scene seems shew smile song SONNET soul spirit sweet taste Terpander thee thing thou thought tion town Vaud Velant verses Voltaire walk whole young youth
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 238 - 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...
עמוד 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. 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.
עמוד 354 - Twere now to be most happy, for I fear My soul hath her content so absolute That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate.
עמוד 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.
עמוד 241 - When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not : in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans The vales redoubled to the hills and they To heaven.
עמוד 108 - Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream : The genius, and the mortal instruments, Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
עמוד 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.
עמוד 242 - 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.
עמוד 535 - 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: Towers and battlements it sees Bosom'd high in tufted trees, Where perhaps some Beauty lies, The Cynosure of neighbouring eyes.
עמוד 494 - Peter's master upon my reader, "and upon all that are true lovers of virtue; and dare trust in his providence; and be quiet; And go a angling.