The New Monthly Magazine, Volumen 3E. Littell, 1822 |
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... town , and the high road runs through a pass between perpendicular rocks so narrow as to have been formerly shut in by gates , the posts of which still remain . On the cliff on one side is perched the fortress of Joux beetling over the ...
... town , and the high road runs through a pass between perpendicular rocks so narrow as to have been formerly shut in by gates , the posts of which still remain . On the cliff on one side is perched the fortress of Joux beetling over the ...
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... towns on the Con- tinent . The hills and slopes in the town render it almost impossi- ble to drive in a carriage with ... town presents scarcely any objects of inter- est ; but it is surprising how little they are missed . Nature in ...
... towns on the Con- tinent . The hills and slopes in the town render it almost impossi- ble to drive in a carriage with ... town presents scarcely any objects of inter- est ; but it is surprising how little they are missed . Nature in ...
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... town , unhallowed by any of the associations which the traces of genius excite , and where the sole intellectual phe- nomenon which is recorded in its annals , is some young curate , who possessed Latin enough to lay ghosts , one might ...
... town , unhallowed by any of the associations which the traces of genius excite , and where the sole intellectual phe- nomenon which is recorded in its annals , is some young curate , who possessed Latin enough to lay ghosts , one might ...
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... town of Wicklow . Many an evening have I wandered through the vale , ignorant that it possessed any latent charm of memory or association , and thought " How here the Muse should love to dwell . " Often on the eminence of Broomfield ...
... town of Wicklow . Many an evening have I wandered through the vale , ignorant that it possessed any latent charm of memory or association , and thought " How here the Muse should love to dwell . " Often on the eminence of Broomfield ...
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... town without a troop of rude gazers at his heels . Better , happier is it for Dwarfs , that instead of being wise , they are vain ; that they are generally great admirers VOL . III . No. 1. - 1822 . G of their own curious little figures ...
... town without a troop of rude gazers at his heels . Better , happier is it for Dwarfs , that instead of being wise , they are vain ; that they are generally great admirers VOL . III . No. 1. - 1822 . G of their own curious little figures ...
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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.