The New Monthly Magazine, Volumen 3E. Littell, 1822 |
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... marbles from Athens . * They all seem to agree , that the fragments possess less of what they call ideal beauty ... Elgin marbles for the National Museum . Tr . He reminded me of two of his countrywomen whom I Letters on England . 283.
... marbles from Athens . * They all seem to agree , that the fragments possess less of what they call ideal beauty ... Elgin marbles for the National Museum . Tr . He reminded me of two of his countrywomen whom I Letters on England . 283.
Página 401
... Elgin Marbles , and there appeared to be such unanimity of opinion , not only as to their intrinsic excellence , but as to their being models for our Artists , and the sure and certain means of correcting and refining our national taste ...
... Elgin Marbles , and there appeared to be such unanimity of opinion , not only as to their intrinsic excellence , but as to their being models for our Artists , and the sure and certain means of correcting and refining our national taste ...
Página 402
... Elgin Marbles been inscribed , after the manner of the golden apple , " dentur digniori , " they could never have reached London , at least according to the judgment of Paris . I have been here only a few hours , yet I have seen enough ...
... Elgin Marbles been inscribed , after the manner of the golden apple , " dentur digniori , " they could never have reached London , at least according to the judgment of Paris . I have been here only a few hours , yet I have seen enough ...
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... Elgin Marbles , telling me I should be enraptured , and lauding them to the skies with a mawkish pretence at enthusiasm . When dinner was served up , the soup tureen was a goose , the butter - boats a pair of ducks , the salt - cellers ...
... Elgin Marbles , telling me I should be enraptured , and lauding them to the skies with a mawkish pretence at enthusiasm . When dinner was served up , the soup tureen was a goose , the butter - boats a pair of ducks , the salt - cellers ...
Página 405
... Elgin Marbles , and in defence of his perverted taste , I laid my head on my pillow with such a confusion in my ... Parthenon , and then he burst into so violent a fit of laughter , that he split his sides to pieces . I looked up , and ...
... Elgin Marbles , and in defence of his perverted taste , I laid my head on my pillow with such a confusion in my ... Parthenon , and then he burst into so violent a fit of laughter , that he split his sides to pieces . I looked up , and ...
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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.