The New Monthly Magazine, Հատոր 3E. Littell, 1822 |
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... King of the Golden Mountain , 290— the Spirit in the Bottle , 292 - Aschen- puttel , 293 - coincidences in songs of Germany and England , 296 . Going a journey , on , 73 . Goldoni , remarks on , 234 . Green - room of the French theatre ...
... King of the Golden Mountain , 290— the Spirit in the Bottle , 292 - Aschen- puttel , 293 - coincidences in songs of Germany and England , 296 . Going a journey , on , 73 . Goldoni , remarks on , 234 . Green - room of the French theatre ...
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... king , satrap of Bactria , Megabyzus , the most enlightened connoisseur and munificent patron of the age , who has deigned to visit him . " " A Greek , " said the Coan , " receives not the commands of a barbarian ; and he whom the ...
... king , satrap of Bactria , Megabyzus , the most enlightened connoisseur and munificent patron of the age , who has deigned to visit him . " " A Greek , " said the Coan , " receives not the commands of a barbarian ; and he whom the ...
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... King . Speaking of battles brings me to the third illustration of my pre- mises . The Directors of the National Academy have given a sum of public money for the most rhapsodical picture that ever adorned the walls of an exhibition ...
... King . Speaking of battles brings me to the third illustration of my pre- mises . The Directors of the National Academy have given a sum of public money for the most rhapsodical picture that ever adorned the walls of an exhibition ...
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... kings , our statesmen , our most celebrated wits and scholars , our warriors , our men of science , have almost all of them left some memory of their existence within the boundaries of the metropolis ; and indeed I sometimes think I ...
... kings , our statesmen , our most celebrated wits and scholars , our warriors , our men of science , have almost all of them left some memory of their existence within the boundaries of the metropolis ; and indeed I sometimes think I ...
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... King - street , Covent - garden . Through the disguise of her " ordi- nary gown , " and " her face half hid by her cap , " I could trace her Sovereign beauty and her heavenly purity of spirit . I saw too , in the terrified depression of ...
... King - street , Covent - garden . Through the disguise of her " ordi- nary gown , " and " her face half hid by her cap , " I could trace her Sovereign beauty and her heavenly purity of spirit . I saw too , in the terrified depression of ...
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Էջ 415 - The moon shines bright : — In such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they did make no noise...
Էջ 491 - 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.
Էջ 238 - 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...
Էջ 236 - Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Էջ 237 - LAWRENCE, of virtuous father virtuous son, Now that the fields are dank, and ways are mire, Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fire Help waste a sullen day, what may be won From the hard season gaining? Time will run On smoother, till Favonius reinspire The frozen earth, and clothe in fresh attire The lily and rose, that neither sowed nor spun.
Էջ 551 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny : You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face ; You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Էջ 236 - CROMWELL, our chief of men, who through a cloud Not of war only, but detractions rude, Guided by faith and matchless fortitude, To peace and truth thy glorious way hast ploughed...
Էջ 220 - God Almighty first planted a garden; and, indeed, it is the purest of human pleasures; it is the greatest refreshment to the spirits of man; without which buildings and palaces are but gross handyworks...
Էջ 491 - This dish of meat is too good for any but Anglers, or very honest men ; and I trust, you will prove both, and therefore I have trusted you with this secret.
Էջ 237 - 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.