The Illuminated Magazine, Volume 2William James Linton Published for the proprietors, 1844 |
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... morning , and was again wrapped in his old damask gown . He perceived that we observed the change . " My custom , sir , " he said ; " I never yet could dine in full dress . The digestive organs , sir , abominate close buttoning ; and do ...
... morning , and was again wrapped in his old damask gown . He perceived that we observed the change . " My custom , sir , " he said ; " I never yet could dine in full dress . The digestive organs , sir , abominate close buttoning ; and do ...
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... morning was the uneasy Etherege of the night . He stood for a time under one of the trees near Wallingford House , angry with himself that he had allowed her to leave the theatre without knowing who she was , or that he had not traced ...
... morning was the uneasy Etherege of the night . He stood for a time under one of the trees near Wallingford House , angry with himself that he had allowed her to leave the theatre without knowing who she was , or that he had not traced ...
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... morning an old lady , of austere demeanour , attired in rather rusty , old - fashioned black , but highly rouged , entered the artist's apartment , leading in her niece by the hand , whose miniature she wished to have painted in the ...
... morning an old lady , of austere demeanour , attired in rather rusty , old - fashioned black , but highly rouged , entered the artist's apartment , leading in her niece by the hand , whose miniature she wished to have painted in the ...
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... morning with her own hands , and has fed so bountifully that he has become . quite corpulent in her lap ; and Tib , her favourite tortoise - shell , was purring behind her chair . The very next evening the little Edwardses over the way ...
... morning with her own hands , and has fed so bountifully that he has become . quite corpulent in her lap ; and Tib , her favourite tortoise - shell , was purring behind her chair . The very next evening the little Edwardses over the way ...
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... morning papers . In answer to the application of the visitor for ad- mission , he is requested to wait only three minutes , as a party has just been let in . The object of this delay will presently be seen . He has now , therefore , to ...
... morning papers . In answer to the application of the visitor for ad- mission , he is requested to wait only three minutes , as a party has just been let in . The object of this delay will presently be seen . He has now , therefore , to ...
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Página 135 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Página 104 - SO now is come our joyful'st feast; Let every man be jolly, Each room with ivy leaves is drest, And every post with holly. Though some churls at our mirth repine, Round your foreheads garlands twine, Drown sorrow in a cup of wine, And let us all be merry. Now, all our neighbours...
Página 294 - Strange cozenage ! None would live past years again, Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain ; And, from the dregs of life, think to receive, What the first sprightly running could not give. I'm tired with waiting for this chemic gold, Which fools us young, and beggars us when old.
Página 61 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn, That ten day-labourers could not end; Then lies him down, the lubber fiend, And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength; And crop-full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.
Página 294 - Hope's delusive mine,' as Johnson finely says; and I may also quote the celebrated lines of Dryden, equally philosophical and poetical : — When I consider life, 'tis all a cheat, Yet, fooled with hope, men favour the deceit ; Trust on, and think to-morrow will repay ; To-morrow's falser than the former day ; Lies worse ; and, while it says we shall be blest With some new joys, cuts off what we possest.
Página 65 - COMPOSED UPON WESTMINSTER BRIDGE, SEPTEMBER 3, 1802 EARTH has not anything to show more fair : Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty : This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning ; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill ; Ne'er saw I, never felt,...
Página 8 - Immortal Newton never spoke More truth, than here you'll find, Nor Pope himself e'er penn'da joke More cruel on mankind. '' The picture placed the busts between Gives satire its full strength ; Wisdom and Wit are little seen. But Folly at full length.
Página 136 - I loved the man, and do honour to his memory on this side idolatry as much as any.
Página 40 - KIND words can never die ; Cherished and blest, God knows how deep they lie Stored in the breast ; Like childhood's simple rhymes, Said o'er a thousand times — Aye in all years and climes, Distant and near; Kind words can never die, No ! never die.
Página 118 - A bowl alley,' writes the Bishop, ' is the place where there are three things thrown away besides bowls, to wit, time, money, and curses, and the last ten for one.