The Original: A New Miscellany of Humour, Literature, and the Fine Arts, Հատոր 1G. Cowie, 1832 |
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... hope that my gratitude would warm into love ; that is impossible - my esteem for you will be for ever unbounded , but my love is sworn to another ; and if he is laid within his grave , I fear my heart will never warm again . The ...
... hope that my gratitude would warm into love ; that is impossible - my esteem for you will be for ever unbounded , but my love is sworn to another ; and if he is laid within his grave , I fear my heart will never warm again . The ...
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... hope , pardon my mentioning his name , while on a subject so closely con- nected with his extensive and curious researches . " To this call , it is much to be regretted , that Mr. Douce has not yet replied ; it however attracted the ...
... hope , pardon my mentioning his name , while on a subject so closely con- nected with his extensive and curious researches . " To this call , it is much to be regretted , that Mr. Douce has not yet replied ; it however attracted the ...
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... hope- lessly defunct mythology of Greece . " We now come to what we suppose must be regarded as by far the most interesting biography in the present volume , that of Copley , of whom heretofore little has been known , but who appears by ...
... hope- lessly defunct mythology of Greece . " We now come to what we suppose must be regarded as by far the most interesting biography in the present volume , that of Copley , of whom heretofore little has been known , but who appears by ...
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... hope that when the exhibition closes , we shall be enabled to report to our readers that the exertions of the Artists of England have been rewarded by something more substantial than empty praise . No. I Portsmouth , from the King's ...
... hope that when the exhibition closes , we shall be enabled to report to our readers that the exertions of the Artists of England have been rewarded by something more substantial than empty praise . No. I Portsmouth , from the King's ...
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... Hope told a flattering tale To good Sir George's heart ; Hope now must grieve she did prevail , For he has made her Smart . A gallant man is above ill words : an example we have in the old Lord of Salisbury ( who was a great wise man ) ...
... Hope told a flattering tale To good Sir George's heart ; Hope now must grieve she did prevail , For he has made her Smart . A gallant man is above ill words : an example we have in the old Lord of Salisbury ( who was a great wise man ) ...
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admiration amusing appear beautiful better Brother Merry called character Cholera Morbus concert Covent Garden dear death delight devil Ditto Drury Lane Editor effect English EPIGRAM exhibited eyes fair father fear feeling gentleman give hand Handel happy Haydn head heard heart honour hope Idomeneo interest Jack Thompson Judas Maccabeus King KING'S THEATRE lady live London look Lord Lord Byron Ludgate Hill Madame Madame Vestris matter Memnon ment mind Miss morning Mozart nature never night o'er once Opera party passed performance person played poor present racter readers replied Robert Steadman scarcely scene seemed Smith of Apolda song soon soul spirit stand Street style sure sweet taste theatre thee THEOPHRASTUS thing thou thought tion took Vishnu voice wife words young
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Էջ 210 - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling Nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world scarce half made up And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me, as I halt by them...
Էջ 259 - And he changed his behaviour before them, and feigned himself mad in their hands, and scrabbled on the doors of the gate, and let his spittle fall down upon his beard.
Էջ 26 - Lord Byron's reading did not seem to me to have been very extensive either in poetry or history. Having the advantage of him in that respect, and possessing a good competent share of such reading as is little read, I was sometimes able to put under his eye objects which had for him the interest of novelty.
Էջ 148 - Her grief restrained its tears. One eve a light shone round her bed, And there she saw him stand — Her infant in his little shroud, A taper in his hand. " Lo ! mother, see my shroud is dry, And I can sleep once more !" And beautiful the parting smile The little infant wore.
Էջ 148 - Twas hard to lay him there, When spring was putting forth its flowers, And everything was fair. She had lost many children — now The last of them was gone ; And day and night she sat and wept Beside the funeral stone. One midnight while her constant tears Were falling with the dew, She heard a voice, and lo ! her child Stood by her weeping, too. His shroud was damp, his face was white : He said, " I cannot sleep, Your tears have made my shroud so wet : Oh, mother, do not weep...
Էջ 204 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide. And that one talent which is death to hide, Lodg'd with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he, returning, chide; 'Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
Էջ 88 - I took Moore's poems and my own and some others, and went over them side by side with Pope's, and I was really astonished ( I ought not to have been so) and mortified at the ineffable distance in point of sense, harmony, effect, and even imagination, passion, and invention, between the little Queen Anne's man, and us of the Lower Empire. Depend upon it, it is all Horace then, and Claudian now, among us ; and if I had to begin again, I would mould myself accordingly.
Էջ 88 - I am the more confirmed in this by having lately gone over some of our classics, particularly Pope, whom I tried in this way: I took Moore's poems and my own and some others, and went over them side by side with Pope's, and I was really astonished (I ought not to have been so) and mortified at the ineffable distance in point of sense, harmony, effect, and even imagination, passion, and invention, between the little Queen Anne's man and us of the Lower Empire.
Էջ 167 - Granada, who kept all the saints' days and holidays, and Saint Monday into the bargain, and yet, with all his devotion, he grew poorer and poorer, and could scarcely earn bread for his numerous family. One night he was roused from his first sleep by a knocking at his door. He opened it, and beheld before him a tall meagre, cadaverous-looking priest.
Էջ 149 - On parent knees, a naked new-born child Weeping thou sat'st while all around thee smiled ; So live, that sinking in thy last long sleep, Calm thou mayst smile, while all around thee weep.