The New Monthly Magazine, Հատոր 3E. Littell, 1822 |
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... mind is resolved , " said Combabus , and thou , my friend , shalt give me letters of acquaintance to some friend of thine at Antioch . " " I have but one friend there , " said Apelles ; it is Erasistratus , the nephew of my old friend ...
... mind is resolved , " said Combabus , and thou , my friend , shalt give me letters of acquaintance to some friend of thine at Antioch . " " I have but one friend there , " said Apelles ; it is Erasistratus , the nephew of my old friend ...
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... mind are expressed in that brilliant period ! -what a war of wit is lighted up amongst them ! -how they smite each other with their airy brands ! hear the wild laugh from the young group beneath them ; these are the known patrons of ...
... mind are expressed in that brilliant period ! -what a war of wit is lighted up amongst them ! -how they smite each other with their airy brands ! hear the wild laugh from the young group beneath them ; these are the known patrons of ...
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... mind more of the creative faculty ; and manual aptitude is every where , and in every occupation , evinced ; but either the course of instruction is faulty , or true ge- nius is repressed , or the nationally - charged arrogance of self ...
... mind more of the creative faculty ; and manual aptitude is every where , and in every occupation , evinced ; but either the course of instruction is faulty , or true ge- nius is repressed , or the nationally - charged arrogance of self ...
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times , to revive in his mind many a pleasant recollection . - Several of our greatest authors have been cockneys born , have lived , or have died in London . In the poems , in the correspondence , in the lives of our celebrated wits ...
times , to revive in his mind many a pleasant recollection . - Several of our greatest authors have been cockneys born , have lived , or have died in London . In the poems , in the correspondence , in the lives of our celebrated wits ...
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... mind we meet , Though fairest forms we see , To live with them is far less sweet , Than to remember thee , Mary ! * R. A CHAPTER ON " TIME . " BEING AN ATTEMPT TO THROW NEW LIGHT ON AN OLD SUBJECT . " We know what we are , " said poor ...
... mind we meet , Though fairest forms we see , To live with them is far less sweet , Than to remember thee , Mary ! * R. A CHAPTER ON " TIME . " BEING AN ATTEMPT TO THROW NEW LIGHT ON AN OLD SUBJECT . " We know what we are , " said poor ...
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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.