The New Monthly Magazine, Volume 3E. Littell, 1822 |
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... seems happily on the decline amongst us . Glorious is the reign in which the blood of the subject flows not for State offences . How glorious does this circumstance render the government of Queen Anne . Let us hope that the reign of ...
... seems happily on the decline amongst us . Glorious is the reign in which the blood of the subject flows not for State offences . How glorious does this circumstance render the government of Queen Anne . Let us hope that the reign of ...
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... seems to have been to him the " green spot " to which his memory ever reverted with pride and with pleasure . The very name conjured up the recollections of his youthful days , when he heard the chimes at midnight , or lay all night in ...
... seems to have been to him the " green spot " to which his memory ever reverted with pride and with pleasure . The very name conjured up the recollections of his youthful days , when he heard the chimes at midnight , or lay all night in ...
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... seems to emulate . " The Strand , no doubt , would furnish a thousand curious recol- lections , both historical and literary . Our chief nobility used to reside between it and the Thames , as the names of the various streets yet ...
... seems to emulate . " The Strand , no doubt , would furnish a thousand curious recol- lections , both historical and literary . Our chief nobility used to reside between it and the Thames , as the names of the various streets yet ...
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... seems to cry Noli - me - tan to the weather . I civilly spoke to the Captain my wish For a rod , hook , and line , to astonish the fish ; I got ' em and bobb'd : had a bite from a shark : But the double - tooth'd cull was not up to the ...
... seems to cry Noli - me - tan to the weather . I civilly spoke to the Captain my wish For a rod , hook , and line , to astonish the fish ; I got ' em and bobb'd : had a bite from a shark : But the double - tooth'd cull was not up to the ...
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... seem to know the wealth that shines Within their gentle tide , Mary ! So , veil'd beneath a simple guise , Thy radiant genius shone , " And that , which charm'd all other eyes , Seem'd worthless in thy own , Mary ! If souls could always ...
... seem to know the wealth that shines Within their gentle tide , Mary ! So , veil'd beneath a simple guise , Thy radiant genius shone , " And that , which charm'd all other eyes , Seem'd worthless in thy own , Mary ! If souls could always ...
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Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.