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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... Writers of Imagination Song : Silent Glances The Last Man ; by T. Campbell 241 246 247 252 .. .. 253 258 .. .. 259 264 272 274 284 289 .. 298 .. 300 On the Art of singing Songs What Life to choose Las Cases ' Journal of the ...
... Writers of Imagination Song : Silent Glances The Last Man ; by T. Campbell 241 246 247 252 .. .. 253 258 .. .. 259 264 272 274 284 289 .. 298 .. 300 On the Art of singing Songs What Life to choose Las Cases ' Journal of the ...
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... writer would plunge his commentator into his own obscurity , and effectually impede him in his flight to immortality . For , though a commentator is intrinsically more worthy than his ori- ginal , as the precious gums and essences are ...
... writer would plunge his commentator into his own obscurity , and effectually impede him in his flight to immortality . For , though a commentator is intrinsically more worthy than his ori- ginal , as the precious gums and essences are ...
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... writers . Theatrical talent has increased with the consideration it has received in society . We are now in a third era of histrionic excellence within fourscore years : the first beginning with Garrick , the second with Kemble , Cooke ...
... writers . Theatrical talent has increased with the consideration it has received in society . We are now in a third era of histrionic excellence within fourscore years : the first beginning with Garrick , the second with Kemble , Cooke ...
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... writers have not made it so instructive or moral as they might have done . Some of the lighter pieces which live but for a moment , are the production of authors who write for the galle- ries , and have nothing in point of reputation to ...
... writers have not made it so instructive or moral as they might have done . Some of the lighter pieces which live but for a moment , are the production of authors who write for the galle- ries , and have nothing in point of reputation to ...
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... writers to fill an hiatus or wind up the climax of a stupid sentence . We could wish to see some of our sound old tragedies , and our old genteel comedy , preserved from desuetude . A singleness of object , on the part of a manager ...
... writers to fill an hiatus or wind up the climax of a stupid sentence . We could wish to see some of our sound old tragedies , and our old genteel comedy , preserved from desuetude . A singleness of object , on the part of a manager ...
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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.