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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... learned librarian , as the chemic applications gradually brought out the colours . " Ecco , " said he , " the Melian white , the Attic ochre , the Pontic red , the common ink - those few simple colours , with which the divine Apelles ...
... learned librarian , as the chemic applications gradually brought out the colours . " Ecco , " said he , " the Melian white , the Attic ochre , the Pontic red , the common ink - those few simple colours , with which the divine Apelles ...
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... he was attended in true Oriental style . His Highness distributed honours by the hands of his great officers with regal liberality . A learned gentleman of those days was no Sir Oracle Old Christmas Times at the Temple . 11.
... he was attended in true Oriental style . His Highness distributed honours by the hands of his great officers with regal liberality . A learned gentleman of those days was no Sir Oracle Old Christmas Times at the Temple . 11.
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... learned gentleman of those days was no Sir Oracle , that would a " wilful stillness " affect , " And with his gown his gravity maintain . " The morality of the time was so ordered as that a man might be thought good for something ...
... learned gentleman of those days was no Sir Oracle , that would a " wilful stillness " affect , " And with his gown his gravity maintain . " The morality of the time was so ordered as that a man might be thought good for something ...
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... learned from that gen- tleman's first volume an abundance of information extremely difficult to reconcile . I found the Russians to be the most amiable people in the world , and the greatest rogues ; and throughout the course of the ...
... learned from that gen- tleman's first volume an abundance of information extremely difficult to reconcile . I found the Russians to be the most amiable people in the world , and the greatest rogues ; and throughout the course of the ...
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... learned , of bargaining for every thing before - hand , even with the guides and porters that reply with a " Ce que vous voulez , Monsieur , " - " What you please " -gives an appearance of parsimony and suspicion rather than that of ...
... learned , of bargaining for every thing before - hand , even with the guides and porters that reply with a " Ce que vous voulez , Monsieur , " - " What you please " -gives an appearance of parsimony and suspicion rather than that of ...
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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...
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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.