New Monthly Magazine, Том 63

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Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth
E. W. Allen, 1841
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Стр. 439 - There shall the great owl make her nest, and lay, and hatch, and gather under her shadow : there shall the vultures also be gathered, every one with her mate.
Стр. 140 - ... not only witty himself, but the cause of wit in others, he is an admirable companion for youthful idleness and levity.
Стр. 441 - ... nocte volant puerosque petunt nutricis egentes et vitiant cunis corpora rapta suis. carpere dicuntur lactentia viscera rostris et plenum poto sanguine guttur habent.
Стр. 439 - Ebrew and Greeke, and conferred with the best Translations in divers Languages. With most profitable Annotations upon all the hard places, and other things of great importance.
Стр. 439 - The wild beasts of the desert shall also meet with the wild beasts of the island, and the satyr shall cry to his fellow ; the screech-owl also shall rest there, and find for herself a place of rest.
Стр. 443 - Charm. The owl is abroad, the bat, and the toad, And so is the cat-a-mountain, The ant and the mole sit both in a hole, And the frog peeps out o...
Стр. 439 - And thorns shall come up in her palaces, nettles and brambles in the fortresses thereof: and it shall be an habitation of dragons, and a court for owls.
Стр. 441 - Bubo funebris, et maxime abominatus publicis praecipue auspiciis, deserta incolit : nee tantum desolata, sed dira etiam et inaccessa : noctis monstrum, nee cantu aliquo vocalis, sed gemitu. Itaque in urbibus aut omnino in luce visus, dirum ostentum est.
Стр. 443 - It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman, Which gives the stern'st good-night. He is about it: The doors are open, and the surfeited grooms Do mock their charge with snores: I have drugg'd their possets, That death and nature do contend about them, Whether they live or die.
Стр. 443 - The screech-owl's eggs, and the feathers black, The blood of the frog, and the bone in his back, I have been getting ; and made of his skin A purset, to keep sir Cranion in.

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