The Illuminated Magazine, Band 2William James Linton Published for the proprietors, 1844 |
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... whole man , morally and bodily , be in a state of deep repose . And , there- fore , can there be a greater wrong committed upon the cook , than the common injury of dining to music ? It is abominable . Once - I well remember it - I ...
... whole man , morally and bodily , be in a state of deep repose . And , there- fore , can there be a greater wrong committed upon the cook , than the common injury of dining to music ? It is abominable . Once - I well remember it - I ...
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... whole world about me was , to my moral vision , coloured like so much brown paper , that walking at the base of a high mountain , it suddenly opened before me . Sir , " said the Hermit with a grave look that rebuked our gaze of ...
... whole world about me was , to my moral vision , coloured like so much brown paper , that walking at the base of a high mountain , it suddenly opened before me . Sir , " said the Hermit with a grave look that rebuked our gaze of ...
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... whole " Chronicle " of loves with as much dexterity and wit as Cowley has enumerated the names in verse of those who took by turns possession of his heart . Still the vizard - face of Dorset Gardens eludes his vigilance , and the ...
... whole " Chronicle " of loves with as much dexterity and wit as Cowley has enumerated the names in verse of those who took by turns possession of his heart . Still the vizard - face of Dorset Gardens eludes his vigilance , and the ...
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... whole valley seem like one vast garden ; while the clear and sparkling stream of the Guens , which gives its name to the town , meanders in many a wavy line amid the dense vegetation , swelling onward in fantastic curves through the ...
... whole valley seem like one vast garden ; while the clear and sparkling stream of the Guens , which gives its name to the town , meanders in many a wavy line amid the dense vegetation , swelling onward in fantastic curves through the ...
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William James Linton. whole subterranean has been elaborately ornamented with statues carved in wood , of which some fragments still remain . This singular vault is gained through a vast hall , lighted very imperfectly by two narrow ...
William James Linton. whole subterranean has been elaborately ornamented with statues carved in wood , of which some fragments still remain . This singular vault is gained through a vast hall , lighted very imperfectly by two narrow ...
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Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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,...
Seite 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.
Seite 136 - I loved the man, and do honour to his memory on this side idolatry as much as any.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.