Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Հատոր 14W. Blackwood & Sons, 1823 |
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... face of a fat milkmaid . The Sun is by his side , a clumsy reservoir of light ; and the floating gatherers of the radiance seem perplexed between the double service of filling their urns , and sailing round their ring . The Sun lies ...
... face of a fat milkmaid . The Sun is by his side , a clumsy reservoir of light ; and the floating gatherers of the radiance seem perplexed between the double service of filling their urns , and sailing round their ring . The Sun lies ...
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... face has es- caped Wilkie , and the resemblance is lost in a mass of a heavy and feature- less shade . No. 151. - Arthur Lord Capel de- fending Colchester , in 1648 , by Coo- per . This artist has obtained repu- tation by painting ...
... face has es- caped Wilkie , and the resemblance is lost in a mass of a heavy and feature- less shade . No. 151. - Arthur Lord Capel de- fending Colchester , in 1648 , by Coo- per . This artist has obtained repu- tation by painting ...
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... face , drove at a gallop four horses , which carried us round Mount Canigou . The plain had not yet received a ray ... faces are round and animated , wear a handkerchief , which , spreading like a veil at the back of the head , is fasten ...
... face , drove at a gallop four horses , which carried us round Mount Canigou . The plain had not yet received a ray ... faces are round and animated , wear a handkerchief , which , spreading like a veil at the back of the head , is fasten ...
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... better . The old fellow's face , you observe , is round , and drawn to a point at the nose ; his eyes are almost quite shut ; his firm lip projects about an inch beyond his pim- pled proboscis , 1823 . 21 No. I. On George Cruikshank .
... better . The old fellow's face , you observe , is round , and drawn to a point at the nose ; his eyes are almost quite shut ; his firm lip projects about an inch beyond his pim- pled proboscis , 1823 . 21 No. I. On George Cruikshank .
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... face So dreads , or so abhors . 7 . " In snows on rocks , sweet Flower of Gnide , Thou wert not cradled , wert not born , She who has not a fault beside Should ne'er be signalized for scorn ; Else , tremble at the fate forlorn Of ...
... face So dreads , or so abhors . 7 . " In snows on rocks , sweet Flower of Gnide , Thou wert not cradled , wert not born , She who has not a fault beside Should ne'er be signalized for scorn ; Else , tremble at the fate forlorn Of ...
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Էջ 336 - And every one that was in distress, and every one that was in debt, and every one that was discontented, gathered themselves unto him; and he became a captain over them: and there were with him about four hundred men.
Էջ 259 - THE measure is English heroic verse without rime, as that of Homer in Greek, and of Virgil in Latin, — rime being no necessary adjunct or true ornament of poem or good verse, in longer works especially, but the invention of a barbarous age, to set off wretched matter and lame metre...
Էջ 376 - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring, Or chasms and watery depths; all these have vanished; They live no longer in the faith of reason.
Էջ 260 - ... apt numbers, fit quantity of syllables, and the sense variously drawn out from one verse into another...
Էջ 464 - With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me, and be my love.
Էջ 470 - John Keats, who was killed 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 snuffed out by an article.
Էջ 467 - Angling is somewhat like poetry, men are to be born so: I mean, with inclinations to it, though both may be heightened by discourse and practice : but he that hopes to be a good angler, must not only bring an inquiring, searching, observing wit, but he must bring a large measure of hope and patience, and a love and propensity to the art itself; but having once got and practised it, then doubt not but Angling will prove to be so pleasant that it will prove to be, like virtue, a reward to itself.
Էջ 461 - With the swift pilgrim's daubed nest; The groves already did rejoice, In Philomel's triumphing voice, The showers were short, the weather mild, The morning fresh, the evening smiled. Joan takes her neat-rubbed pail, and now She trips to milk the sand-red cow; Where, for some sturdy foot-ball swain, Joan strokes a syllabub or twain; The fields and gardens were beset With tulips, crocus, violet; And now, though late, the modest rose Did more than half a blush disclose. Thus all looks gay, and full...
Էջ 464 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Էջ 461 - Nature seem'd in love: The lusty sap began to move; Fresh juice did stir th' embracing vines, And birds had drawn their valentines, The jealous Trout, that low did lie, Rose at a well dissembled fly; There stood my friend with patient skill, Attending of his trembling quill.