New Monthly Magazine, and Universal Register, Volume 10Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth Henry Colburn, 1824 |
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... beauty " have scarcely ever been without their great man , for it is no bull to include her in this term . It is true Madame de Staël owed little of her inspiration to her country , -nor was her genius at all of the dry severe order ...
... beauty " have scarcely ever been without their great man , for it is no bull to include her in this term . It is true Madame de Staël owed little of her inspiration to her country , -nor was her genius at all of the dry severe order ...
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... beauty of the weapon . But the wit is not wit alone ; it always carries with it argument equally unavoidable and resistless . Look at the whole of Candide ; throughout that which appears to slight readers , nothing more than a laughable ...
... beauty of the weapon . But the wit is not wit alone ; it always carries with it argument equally unavoidable and resistless . Look at the whole of Candide ; throughout that which appears to slight readers , nothing more than a laughable ...
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... beauty , and there we had read our recantation ; in such a house we had plotted hoaxes on the Hollanders with a lively Frenchwoman ; on such a canal we had fomented a mutiny in the treckschuyt ; at Utrecht we had astonished a learned ...
... beauty , and there we had read our recantation ; in such a house we had plotted hoaxes on the Hollanders with a lively Frenchwoman ; on such a canal we had fomented a mutiny in the treckschuyt ; at Utrecht we had astonished a learned ...
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... beauty's left , - I'll laugh at every petty theft . The soul that kindled up her cheek , That gave her silent glance to speak , That made her kiss so warm for him She doted on , blest heaven ! for me , - That motion'd every beauteous ...
... beauty's left , - I'll laugh at every petty theft . The soul that kindled up her cheek , That gave her silent glance to speak , That made her kiss so warm for him She doted on , blest heaven ! for me , - That motion'd every beauteous ...
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... beauty ! Every object we look upon is strange and yet familiar to us- " another yet the same . " And the whole affects us like a vision of the night , which we are half - conscious is a vision ; we know that it is there - and yet we ...
... beauty ! Every object we look upon is strange and yet familiar to us- " another yet the same . " And the whole affects us like a vision of the night , which we are half - conscious is a vision ; we know that it is there - and yet we ...
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Page 178 - Duncan is in his grave; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well. Treason has done his worst; nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, Can touch him further.
Page 77 - In regions mild of calm and serene air, Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call Earth, and, with low-thoughted care.
Page 60 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set — but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death...
Page 264 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength, a malady Most incident to maids ; bold oxlips and The crown imperial ; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one...
Page 32 - E'en now, where Alpine solitudes ascend, I sit me down a pensive hour to spend ; And placed on high above the storm's career, Look downward where an hundred realms appear ; Lakes, forests, cities, plains extending wide, The pomp of kings, the shepherd's humbler pride.
Page 420 - Me, of these Nor skill'd nor studious, higher argument "Remains ; sufficient of itself to raise That name, unless an age too late, or cold Climate, or years damp my intended wing Depress'd ; and much they may, if all be mine, Not hers, who brings it nightly to my ear.
Page 95 - Indeed I wonder that a sportive thought should ever knock at the door of my intellects, and still more that it should gain admittance. It is as if harlequin should intrude himself into the gloomy chamber where a corpse is deposited in state.
Page 60 - Thou art where friend meets friend, Beneath the shadow of the elm to rest; Thou art where foe meets foe, and trumpets rend The skies, and swords beat down the princely crest.
Page 420 - Memory and her siren daughters, but by devout prayer to that eternal Spirit, who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his seraphim, with the hallowed fire of his altar, to touch and purify the lips of whom he pleases.
Page 94 - I once thought Swift's Letters the best that could be written ; but I like Gray's better. His humour, or his wit, or whatever it is to be called, is never ill-natured or offensive, and yet, I think, equally poignant with the Dean's.