The New Monthly Magazine, Հատոր 3E. Littell, 1822 |
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... person knowing Eng- lish - excepting only the unfortunate author . But my greatest tor- ture was the self - complacent grimace with which the Knight of St. Louis appealed to my candour , for the marvellous skill with which he had ...
... person knowing Eng- lish - excepting only the unfortunate author . But my greatest tor- ture was the self - complacent grimace with which the Knight of St. Louis appealed to my candour , for the marvellous skill with which he had ...
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... person clad in the ungraceful , sordid simplicity of the convent costume . I fell back upon my chair speechless , powerless , and faint , as if my whole be- ing were unstrung . Upon returning to life and consciousness , I found myself ...
... person clad in the ungraceful , sordid simplicity of the convent costume . I fell back upon my chair speechless , powerless , and faint , as if my whole be- ing were unstrung . Upon returning to life and consciousness , I found myself ...
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... person whom he met upon the beach , " where dwells Apelles , the glory of Greece and the admired of Asia ? " " Hence , not quite twenty stadia , " replied the Coan . " Go , " said Megabyzus , inter rupting the dialogue commenced between ...
... person whom he met upon the beach , " where dwells Apelles , the glory of Greece and the admired of Asia ? " " Hence , not quite twenty stadia , " replied the Coan . " Go , " said Megabyzus , inter rupting the dialogue commenced between ...
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... person capable of painting her immortal charms , may well disdain the visit even of the great king . " " Insolent knave , begone , " said Megabyzus . Then turning round to Combabus , " You , " said he , " my young friend , who are ...
... person capable of painting her immortal charms , may well disdain the visit even of the great king . " " Insolent knave , begone , " said Megabyzus . Then turning round to Combabus , " You , " said he , " my young friend , who are ...
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... persons is contemporary with the notions of the least amongst us . That they are of recent date , you have a probate in whatsoever they say - in whatsoever they do . Speak not to them of the Christmas of ancient days - the epic times of ...
... persons is contemporary with the notions of the least amongst us . That they are of recent date , you have a probate in whatsoever they say - in whatsoever they do . Speak not to them of the Christmas of ancient days - the epic times 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.