New Monthly Magazine, and Universal Register, Volumen 4Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth Henry Colburn, 1822 |
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... ” replied the Coan . " Go , " said Megabyzus , interrupting the dialogue commenced be- tween the islander and Combabus , " go and bid Apelles prepare to receive the cousin and counsellor of the great king , satrap The Gallery of Apelles .
... ” replied the Coan . " Go , " said Megabyzus , interrupting the dialogue commenced be- tween the islander and Combabus , " go and bid Apelles prepare to receive the cousin and counsellor of the great king , satrap The Gallery of Apelles .
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... king , satrap of Bactria , Megabyzus , the most enlightened connoisseur and munificent patron of the age , who has deigned to visit him . " " A Greek , " said the Coan , " receives not the commands of a barbarian ; and he whom the ...
... king , satrap of Bactria , Megabyzus , the most enlightened connoisseur and munificent patron of the age , who has deigned to visit him . " " A Greek , " said the Coan , " receives not the commands of a barbarian ; and he whom the ...
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... King . * 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 ...
... King . * 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 ...
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... King - street , Covent - garden . Through the disguise of her " ordinary gown , " and " her face half hid by her cap , " I could trace her sovereign beauty and her heavenly purity of spirit . I saw too , in the terrified depression of ...
... King - street , Covent - garden . Through the disguise of her " ordinary gown , " and " her face half hid by her cap , " I could trace her sovereign beauty and her heavenly purity of spirit . I saw too , in the terrified depression of ...
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... King ? Or , are you still dosed with stars , ribbons , and garters , Cars , cream - colour'd horses , poles , platforms , and Tartars ? We can't come it here like your Viscounts and Madams At Westminster - Abbey : our President Adams To ...
... King ? Or , are you still dosed with stars , ribbons , and garters , Cars , cream - colour'd horses , poles , platforms , and Tartars ? We can't come it here like your Viscounts and Madams At Westminster - Abbey : our President Adams To ...
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Página 419 - 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 495 - 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 241 - AVENGE, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold ; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones...
Página 485 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Página 242 - ... 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 re-inspire The frozen earth, and clothe in fresh attire The lily and rose, that neither- sow'd nor spun. What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice, Of Attic taste, with wine...
Página 241 - God's trophies, and his work pursued, While Darwen stream, with blood of Scots imbrued; And Dunbar field, resounds thy praises loud. And Worcester's laureate wreath : yet much remains To conquer still ; Peace hath her victories No less renowned than War: new foes arise, Threatening to bind our souls with secular chains. Help us to save free conscience from the paw Of hireling wolves, whose Gospel is their maw.
Página 241 - 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 240 - 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 75 - I sit by and sing. Or gather rushes to make many a ring For thy long fingers; tell thee tales of love, How the pale Phoebe, hunting in a grove, First saw the boy Endymion, from whose eyes She took eternal fire that never dies ; How she convey'd him softly in a sleep.
Página 555 - 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.