The New Monthly Magazine, Հատոր 4E. Littell, 1822 |
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... look'd like a kite in the shadowy skies ) , — All these sights , quickly seen in succession , combined To dazzle , delight , and astonish my mind . We drove to Meurice's , and there should each thing go That , to use Papa's phrase ...
... look'd like a kite in the shadowy skies ) , — All these sights , quickly seen in succession , combined To dazzle , delight , and astonish my mind . We drove to Meurice's , and there should each thing go That , to use Papa's phrase ...
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... look , I confess ; Some wear an elaborate cap , but upon it Not an atom of hat or iota of bonnet ! Then they lace ... look , in black lining and borders , Less feminine , Jenny , than Mr. Recorder's . So I vow'd I would do my face ...
... look , I confess ; Some wear an elaborate cap , but upon it Not an atom of hat or iota of bonnet ! Then they lace ... look , in black lining and borders , Less feminine , Jenny , than Mr. Recorder's . So I vow'd I would do my face ...
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... look about me , and I perceived that the impetus of my noble charger had laid three French jades and their riders prostrate before me . the dragoons , a light active fellow , had just gained his legs , and with sacre in his mouth , and ...
... look about me , and I perceived that the impetus of my noble charger had laid three French jades and their riders prostrate before me . the dragoons , a light active fellow , had just gained his legs , and with sacre in his mouth , and ...
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... Look'd at a score of books , or near , Then hemmed , and said- ' Your case is clear . Those children so begot by B , Upon your bond - maid must , you see , Be your's or A's ; -now , this I say— They can't be your's if they to A Belong ...
... Look'd at a score of books , or near , Then hemmed , and said- ' Your case is clear . Those children so begot by B , Upon your bond - maid must , you see , Be your's or A's ; -now , this I say— They can't be your's if they to A Belong ...
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... look'd grave , And preach'd about the wondrous riches there : " Ha ! ha ! " says Love , " and are you Plutus ' slave ? — I'm sorry , for I liked you as you were , — A hearty wench , buxom and debonair ; Farewell ! I'm neither to be ...
... look'd grave , And preach'd about the wondrous riches there : " Ha ! ha ! " says Love , " and are you Plutus ' slave ? — I'm sorry , for I liked you as you were , — A hearty wench , buxom and debonair ; Farewell ! I'm neither to be ...
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Էջ 530 - She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat, like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Էջ 363 - Ceremony, Not all these, laid in bed majestical, Can sleep so soundly as the wretched slave, Who with a body fill'd and vacant mind Gets him to rest, cramm'd with distressful bread...
Էջ 135 - Though in their souls, which thus each other thwarted, Love was the very root of the fond rage Which blighted their life's bloom, and then departed: Itself expired, but leaving them an age Of years all winters, — war within themselves to wage.
Էջ 38 - Vanbrugh , and is a good example of his heavy though imposing style (*Lie heavy on him, Earth, for he Laid many a heavy load on thee"), with a Corinthian portico in the centre and two projecting wings.
Էջ 399 - The pattern grows, the well-depicted flower, Wrought patiently into the snowy lawn, Unfolds its bosom ; buds, and leaves, and sprigs, And curling tendrils, gracefully disposed, Follow the nimble finger of the fair — A wreath that cannot fade, of flowers that blow With most success when all besides decay.
Էջ 443 - ve sworn by our country's assaulters, By the virgins they 've dragg'd from our altars, By our massacred patriots, our children in chains, By our heroes of old and their blood in our veins, That living, we shall be victorious, Or that dying, our deaths shall be glorious. A breath of submission we breathe not; The sword that we 've drawn we will sheathe not ! Its scabbard is left where our martyrs are laid, And the vengeance of ages has whetted its blade.
Էջ 443 - AGAIN to the battle, Achaians ! Our hearts bid the tyrants defiance ; Our land, the first garden of Liberty's tree — It has been, and shall yet be, the land of the free : For the cross of our faith is replanted, The pale dying crescent is daunted, And we march that the foot-prints of Mahomet's slaves May be washed out in blood from our forefathers
Էջ 161 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast?
Էջ 443 - Till we've trampled the turban, and shown ourselves worth Being sprung from and named for the godlike of earth. Strike home, and the world shall revere us As heroes descended from heroes.
Էջ 426 - A strange fish! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o