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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... feel locally as well as morally , swells in proportion to the magnitude of the barrier that obstructs it . The Alps are a noble boundary in imagination , but geographers , that unroman- tic sect , destroy it : -there is a line of ...
... feel locally as well as morally , swells in proportion to the magnitude of the barrier that obstructs it . The Alps are a noble boundary in imagination , but geographers , that unroman- tic sect , destroy it : -there is a line of ...
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... feel necessity , must incur expenditure , and pass much time without emolument . If a young man without the I do not ... feeling of satisfaction . natural requisites for success , voluntarily enters on the career The Fine Arts in England ...
... feel necessity , must incur expenditure , and pass much time without emolument . If a young man without the I do not ... feeling of satisfaction . natural requisites for success , voluntarily enters on the career The Fine Arts in England ...
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... feel- ings and his faculties at the pure fountain of nature , quickens his per- ceptions of the beautiful and the grand , and brings home with him to the dull routines of life a feast of sweet and innocent remembrances . At Lausanne we ...
... feel- ings and his faculties at the pure fountain of nature , quickens his per- ceptions of the beautiful and the grand , and brings home with him to the dull routines of life a feast of sweet and innocent remembrances . At Lausanne we ...
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... feeling is strongly excited by visiting the scenes which have been formerly graced by their presence , and which seem ... feel more fascinated at visiting the scenes of these fictitious adventures , than if all the affairs that had been ...
... feeling is strongly excited by visiting the scenes which have been formerly graced by their presence , and which seem ... feel more fascinated at visiting the scenes of these fictitious adventures , than if all the affairs that had been ...
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... feeling , its capriciousness and unamiability are too often revolting . Minds of in- ferior power , but still of genius , command more of our love , if not so much of our admiration ; we understand their joys and sorrows , which ...
... feeling , its capriciousness and unamiability are too often revolting . Minds of in- ferior power , but still of genius , command more of our love , if not so much of our admiration ; we understand their joys and sorrows , which ...
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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.