The New Monthly Magazine, Volumen 3E. Littell, 1822 |
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... Speak not to them of the Christmas of ancient days - the epic times of the Temple- the spring season for the affections of its young followers . They will not hear you upon the glories of the banqueting hour , nor in celebration of the ...
... Speak not to them of the Christmas of ancient days - the epic times of the Temple- the spring season for the affections of its young followers . They will not hear you upon the glories of the banqueting hour , nor in celebration of the ...
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... speak ? The circle of elders that you see grouped about that table - what a communion of high spirits is there ! -what intelligence - what a tone of mind are expressed in that brilliant period ! -what a war of wit is lighted up amongst ...
... speak ? The circle of elders that you see grouped about that table - what a communion of high spirits is there ! -what intelligence - what a tone of mind are expressed in that brilliant period ! -what a war of wit is lighted up amongst ...
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... Speaking of battles brings me to the third illustration of my pre- mises . The Directors of the National Academy have given a sum of public money for the most rhapsodical picture that ever adorned the walls of an exhibition - room . The ...
... Speaking of battles brings me to the third illustration of my pre- mises . The Directors of the National Academy have given a sum of public money for the most rhapsodical picture that ever adorned the walls of an exhibition - room . The ...
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... speak . On Richard's saint - like paleness - halcyon Peace Had left the impression of his latest prayer : And they who paused to gaze - few could forbear →→ Felt holy thoughts and heavenly hopes increase . Bend o'er the couch of ...
... speak . On Richard's saint - like paleness - halcyon Peace Had left the impression of his latest prayer : And they who paused to gaze - few could forbear →→ Felt holy thoughts and heavenly hopes increase . Bend o'er the couch of ...
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... speaking , know nothing . The act of meditation on ourselves , however quick and subtle , must refer to the past , in which alone we can truly be said to live . Even in the moments of intensest enjoyment , our pleasures are multiplied ...
... speaking , know nothing . The act of meditation on ourselves , however quick and subtle , must refer to the past , in which alone we can truly be said to live . Even in the moments of intensest enjoyment , our pleasures are multiplied ...
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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.