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 62
עמוד iv
... Verse , No. I. Passage of the Alps . No. II . Como . No. III . Venice 262 266 267. 334 , 568 On the Origin and Celebration of Easter 270 The Silesian Travellers 274 For the Tomb of those who fell at Waterloo 287 Song 288 German Popular ...
... Verse , No. I. Passage of the Alps . No. II . Como . No. III . Venice 262 266 267. 334 , 568 On the Origin and Celebration of Easter 270 The Silesian Travellers 274 For the Tomb of those who fell at Waterloo 287 Song 288 German Popular ...
עמוד 2
... verses , which turned upon this idea . 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 ...
... verses , which turned upon this idea . 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 ...
עמוד 3
... verses into utter oblivion . I could not help confiding my sur- prise ( for so I called the vexation of my mortified conceit ) to Sophie . " What ! " said she , laughing outright in my face , " not satisfied at Paris with a vogue of ...
... verses into utter oblivion . I could not help confiding my sur- prise ( for so I called the vexation of my mortified conceit ) to Sophie . " What ! " said she , laughing outright in my face , " not satisfied at Paris with a vogue of ...
עמוד 68
... verse : - I do not like thee , Doctor Fell ; - The reason why I cannot tell , But yet this truth I know full well , I do not like thee , Doctor Fell . But though this aversion should be felt and acknowledged , it would still puzzle the ...
... verse : - I do not like thee , Doctor Fell ; - The reason why I cannot tell , But yet this truth I know full well , I do not like thee , Doctor Fell . But though this aversion should be felt and acknowledged , it would still puzzle the ...
עמוד 133
... verses . Which character would they have us think most highly of the poet or the musician ? The Great is One . Some there are who feel more pride in sealing a letter with a head of Homer than ever that old blind bard did in reciting his ...
... verses . Which character would they have us think most highly of the poet or the musician ? The Great is One . Some there are who feel more pride in sealing a letter with a head of Homer than ever that old blind bard did in reciting his ...
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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.