New Monthly Magazine, and Universal Register, Том 8Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Thomas Hood, Theodore Edward Hook, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth E. W. Allen, 1823 |
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... Spanish Historical Fragment The Living French Poets Account of an Apparition Sonnet , The Infant Ada Reis , a Tale Mind and Body : No. I. 305 , II . 467 : 312 316 317 321 PAGE Bond - street in September The Poet among the iv CONTENTS .
... Spanish Historical Fragment The Living French Poets Account of an Apparition Sonnet , The Infant Ada Reis , a Tale Mind and Body : No. I. 305 , II . 467 : 312 316 317 321 PAGE Bond - street in September The Poet among the iv CONTENTS .
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... French Comic Actors The First - born of Egypt 336 340 341 346 Literature and Law The Daughter of Meath Our Lady's Well Memoirs by Baron Fain and General Rapp 347 353 359 360 Truth and Young Romance , a Song A Day at Fonthill Abbey ...
... French Comic Actors The First - born of Egypt 336 340 341 346 Literature and Law The Daughter of Meath Our Lady's Well Memoirs by Baron Fain and General Rapp 347 353 359 360 Truth and Young Romance , a Song A Day at Fonthill Abbey ...
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... French dramatic poetry , iced champaigne , artificial fri- gorific mixtures , the late Lord Londonderry's speeches in Parliament , & c . & c . with a new receipt for making cool - cup ; account of a burn- ing - glass of ice ; the ice ...
... French dramatic poetry , iced champaigne , artificial fri- gorific mixtures , the late Lord Londonderry's speeches in Parliament , & c . & c . with a new receipt for making cool - cup ; account of a burn- ing - glass of ice ; the ice ...
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... French funds , with which sum in my pocket I unfortunately called at the Salon des Etrangers in my way to the stock - broker's , and my evil genius suggesting to me that there was a glorious opportunity of recovering my heavy losses , I ...
... French funds , with which sum in my pocket I unfortunately called at the Salon des Etrangers in my way to the stock - broker's , and my evil genius suggesting to me that there was a glorious opportunity of recovering my heavy losses , I ...
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... French dancing - master before their eyes , or had read Mr. Wordsworth's poems , and were therefore cautious not to tread upon the daisies - so mincingly do they move ! It is im- possible to conceive of any thing less in keeping than ...
... French dancing - master before their eyes , or had read Mr. Wordsworth's poems , and were therefore cautious not to tread upon the daisies - so mincingly do they move ! It is im- possible to conceive of any thing less in keeping than ...
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Стр. 113 - It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that I wrote the last lines of the last page, in a summer-house in my garden. After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent.
Стр. 539 - O'er-run and trampled on: then what they do in present, Though less than yours in past, must o'ertop yours; For time is like a fashionable host That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And, with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps in the comer: welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing.
Стр. 160 - Far down, and shining through their stillness lies ! Thou hast the starry gems, the burning gold, Won from ten thousand royal argosies ! — . Sweep o'er thy spoils, thou wild and wrathful main...
Стр. 41 - Ye winds that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me ? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.
Стр. 177 - Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen Full many a sprightly race Disporting on thy margent green The paths of pleasure trace; Who foremost now delight to cleave With pliant arm, thy glassy wave? The captive linnet which enthral? What idle progeny succeed To chase the rolling circle's speed, Or urge the flying ball?
Стр. 540 - High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin...
Стр. 264 - In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
Стр. 229 - Turk: false of heart, light of ear, bloody of hand; hog in sloth, fox in stealth, wolf in greediness, dog in madness, lion in prey.
Стр. 160 - Give back the lost and lovely! — those for whom The place was kept at board and hearth so long! The prayer went up through midnight's breathless gloom, And the vain yearning woke 'midst festal song!
Стр. 273 - Go, let oblivion's curtain fall Upon the stage of men, Nor with thy rising beams recall Life's tragedy again. Its piteous pageants bring not back, Nor waken flesh, upon the rack Of pain anew to writhe ; Stretch'd in disease's shapes abhorr'd, Or mown in battle by the sword, Like grass beneath the scythe.