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... face . " On one of the first nights of the opera of Cymon at Drury - lane theatre , when the late Mr. Vernon began the last air in the fourth act , which runs , " Torn from me , torn from me , which way did they take her ? " a ...
... face . " On one of the first nights of the opera of Cymon at Drury - lane theatre , when the late Mr. Vernon began the last air in the fourth act , which runs , " Torn from me , torn from me , which way did they take her ? " a ...
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... face of the whole court . The contest lasted for more than an hour . At length the Spaniard yielded , and the German , Ehberhard , baron de Talbert , having planted his rival in the bag , took it upon his back , and very gallantly laid ...
... face of the whole court . The contest lasted for more than an hour . At length the Spaniard yielded , and the German , Ehberhard , baron de Talbert , having planted his rival in the bag , took it upon his back , and very gallantly laid ...
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... face and body went , As on sweet flowers , when morning's drops we see : Her breath then short , seem'd loth from home to pass , Which more it moved , the more it sweeter was . Happy , O happy ! if they so might bide To see their eyes ...
... face and body went , As on sweet flowers , when morning's drops we see : Her breath then short , seem'd loth from home to pass , Which more it moved , the more it sweeter was . Happy , O happy ! if they so might bide To see their eyes ...
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... face reflected bright ; - He comes , the herald of a noisy world , With spatter'd boots , strapp'd waist , and frozen locks News from all nations lumb'ring at his back . True to his charge , the close pack'd load behind Yet careless ...
... face reflected bright ; - He comes , the herald of a noisy world , With spatter'd boots , strapp'd waist , and frozen locks News from all nations lumb'ring at his back . True to his charge , the close pack'd load behind Yet careless ...
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... face , that Liston or John Reeve would not be ashamed to possess . In that countenance a mere tyro in physiognomy may discover a roguish slyness , a latent archness , a hidden mine of fun and good humour . Then when Airay walks , mark ...
... face , that Liston or John Reeve would not be ashamed to possess . In that countenance a mere tyro in physiognomy may discover a roguish slyness , a latent archness , a hidden mine of fun and good humour . Then when Airay walks , mark ...
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Seite 227 - There is a spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest, Where man, creation's tyrant, casts aside His sword and sceptre, pageantry and pride, While in his...
Seite 805 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Seite 227 - An angel-guard of loves and graces lie ; Around her knees domestic duties meet, And fire-side pleasures gambol at her feet. Where shall that land, that spot of earth be found? " Art thou a man — a patriot ? look around, O thou shalt find, howe'er thy footsteps roam, That land thy country, and that spot thy home.
Seite 61 - At his own wonders, wondering for his bread. *Tis pleasant through the loop-holes of retreat To peep at such a world ; to see the stir Of the great Babel and not feel the crowd ; To hear the roar she sends through all her gates At a safe distance, where the dying sound Falls a soft murmur on the uninjured ear.
Seite 805 - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk : Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Seite 793 - And every want to luxury allied, And every pang that folly pays to pride. Those gentle hours that plenty bade to bloom, Those calm desires that...
Seite 61 - tis the twanging horn o'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in which the moon Sees her unwrinkled face reflected bright ;— He comes, the herald of a noisy world, With spattered boots, strapped waist, and frozen locks ; News from all nations lumbering at his back.
Seite 521 - In the worst inn's worst room, with mat half-hung, The floors of plaster, and the walls of dung, On once a flock-bed, but repair'd with straw, With tape-ty'd curtains, never meant to draw, The George and Garter...
Seite 805 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Seite 61 - This folio of four pages, happy work ! Which not even critics criticise, that holds Inquisitive attention while I read Fast bound in chains of silence, which the fair, Though eloquent themselves, yet fear to break, What is it but a map of busy life, Its fluctuations and its vast concerns?