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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... Death .. .. My Uncle : a Portrait The Fall of Granada , or the Massacre of the Abencerrages 60 61 66 The Spirits of the Age Castle - Builders The last Look of Granada Last Year .. On the Death of Riego Private Correspondence of Cowper ...
... Death .. .. My Uncle : a Portrait The Fall of Granada , or the Massacre of the Abencerrages 60 61 66 The Spirits of the Age Castle - Builders The last Look of Granada Last Year .. On the Death of Riego Private Correspondence of Cowper ...
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... death of the mother . The child , in this interesting and preca- rious state , was taken in charge by an Aragonese knight , from whom , according to Prince Carlos † , the historian of Navarre , he afterwards derived the name of Abarca ...
... death of the mother . The child , in this interesting and preca- rious state , was taken in charge by an Aragonese knight , from whom , according to Prince Carlos † , the historian of Navarre , he afterwards derived the name of Abarca ...
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... Death of Robert Bloomfield the poet : dismay and surprise of several senti- mental young ladies on finding that the Farmer's Boy was fifty - six years old . New coinage of double sovereigns : much cavilled at by Sir W. C. who hoped that ...
... Death of Robert Bloomfield the poet : dismay and surprise of several senti- mental young ladies on finding that the Farmer's Boy was fifty - six years old . New coinage of double sovereigns : much cavilled at by Sir W. C. who hoped that ...
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... death ; The hosts that in Morgarten's valley fell ; And Morat's blood - stain'd lake , and Laupen's crimson'd heath . No - while my memory holds , my life - pulse beats , No other scene can e'er again excite The emotion kindled by those ...
... death ; The hosts that in Morgarten's valley fell ; And Morat's blood - stain'd lake , and Laupen's crimson'd heath . No - while my memory holds , my life - pulse beats , No other scene can e'er again excite The emotion kindled by those ...
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... death . " Le patriarche de Ferney " is the name by which he is familiarly distinguished by his disciples . In a word , Ferney is almost as intimate to the ear of his admirers as his own name . 2 There is scarcely any man , distinguished ...
... death . " Le patriarche de Ferney " is the name by which he is familiarly distinguished by his disciples . In a word , Ferney is almost as intimate to the ear of his admirers as his own name . 2 There is scarcely any man , distinguished ...
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Abencerrages admiration Almack's amusing appearance artist beauty Benvenuto better Bosphorus breath called Captain character corpulence court death delight Domitian English expedition eyes fancy favour fear feel flowers French genius George Withers give Greek Grenada hand head heard heart Heaven honour hope human imagination Iñigo Arista Ireland Irish king lady Lady Morgan Lancaster Sound land leave less light live look Lord Luigi manner matter means Melville Island mind Naples nature never night noble o'er once opinion palace pass perhaps person poet political present racter reader Repulse Bay round Salvator Rosa scarcely scene shew sleep sneeze Sorbonne spirit Suleimanieh Sultanieh Surrey sweet taste Tehran thee thing thou thought tion took travellers truth Turks turn Voltaire whole wind words writers young
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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.