Knight's Quarterly Magazine, Volumen 3Knight, 1824 |
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... passage des Hirondelles , which our facetious neighbours have adopted , when speaking of the annual influx of the children of the Bull family on the shores of laughter- loving France . We have been travellers ourselves , and we offer to ...
... passage des Hirondelles , which our facetious neighbours have adopted , when speaking of the annual influx of the children of the Bull family on the shores of laughter- loving France . We have been travellers ourselves , and we offer to ...
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... passage distinguish- . ing between Northern and Southern Italy : It is in the Southern division that we find the true classical ground of Italy , the land of antiquities , and of mighty recollections , the land of the fine arts . It is ...
... passage distinguish- . ing between Northern and Southern Italy : It is in the Southern division that we find the true classical ground of Italy , the land of antiquities , and of mighty recollections , the land of the fine arts . It is ...
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... passage from Jos . Acosta's history of the Indies . " One of our brothers , a man worthy of credit , related to us , that having lost his way in the mountains , without knowing in which direc- tion he ought to go , he found himself in ...
... passage from Jos . Acosta's history of the Indies . " One of our brothers , a man worthy of credit , related to us , that having lost his way in the mountains , without knowing in which direc- tion he ought to go , he found himself in ...
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... passage in " Retire- ment " he has supplied ( as I have always thought ) a melancholy outline of himself . " Look where he comes , -in this embower'd alcove " Stand close concealed - and see a statue move- 66 Lips busy , and eyes fix'd ...
... passage in " Retire- ment " he has supplied ( as I have always thought ) a melancholy outline of himself . " Look where he comes , -in this embower'd alcove " Stand close concealed - and see a statue move- 66 Lips busy , and eyes fix'd ...
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... passage through this . Experience has shewn the truth of this reasoning . In his better days , when his faculties had burst through the clouds by which they were so frequently ob- scured , he sought consolation and found it , in the ...
... passage through this . Experience has shewn the truth of this reasoning . In his better days , when his faculties had burst through the clouds by which they were so frequently ob- scured , he sought consolation and found it , in the ...
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Página 38 - Created hugest that swim the ocean stream : Him, haply, slumbering on the Norway foam, The pilot of some small night-foundered skiff Deeming some island, oft, as seamen tell, With fixed anchor in his scaly rind Moors by his side under the lee, while night Invests the sea, and wished morn delays...
Página 191 - Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, Shall I nestle near thy side? Wouldst thou me? — And I replied, No, not thee! Death will come when thou art dead, Soon, too soon — Sleep will come when thou art fled; Of neither would I ask the boon I ask of thee, beloved Night— Swift be thine approaching flight, Come soon, soon!
Página 83 - Sorrow is knowledge : they who know the most Must mourn the deepest o'er the fatal truth, The tree of knowledge is not that of life.
Página 189 - SWIFT as a spirit hastening to his task Of glory and of good, the sun sprang forth Rejoicing in his splendour, and the mask Of darkness fell from the awakened Earth. The smokeless altars of the mountain snows Flamed above crimson clouds, and at the birth Of light, the Ocean's orison arose, To which the birds tempered their matin lay.
Página 86 - Slow melting strains their Queen's approach declare : Where'er she turns the Graces homage pay. With arms sublime, that float upon the air, In gliding state she wins her easy way : O'er her warm cheek, and rising bosom, move The bloom of young Desire, and purple light of Love.
Página 190 - I PANT for the music which is divine, My heart in its thirst is a dying flower; Pour forth the sound like enchanted wine, Loosen the notes in a silver shower; Like a herbless plain, for the gentle rain, I gasp, I faint, till they wake again.
Página 190 - SWIFTLY walk over the western wave, Spirit of Night ! Out of the misty eastern cave, Where all the long and lone daylight, Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear, Which make thee terrible and dear, — Swift be thy flight...
Página 191 - The breath of the moist earth is light, Around its unexpanded buds ; Like many a voice of one delight, The winds, the birds, the ocean floods, The City's voice itself is soft like Solitude's.
Página 39 - As when to them who sail Beyond the Cape of Hope, and now are past Mozambic, off at sea north-east winds blow Sabean odours from the spicy shore Of Araby the Blest; with, such delay Well pleased they slack their course, and many a league Cheer'd with the grateful smell old Ocean smiles...
Página 304 - ... to some misshapen idol over the ruined dome of our proudest temple, and shall see a single naked fisherman wash his nets in the river of the ten thousand masts...