The Court Magazine and Belle Assemblée, Volume 6Edward Bull, 1835 - English literature |
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... turning back as we go , to admire the rich completeness given to the noble spot adjacent , by the massive Triumphal Arch leading into St. James's Park , its gorgeous gateway , the neighbouring buildings about the top of Grosvenor Place ...
... turning back as we go , to admire the rich completeness given to the noble spot adjacent , by the massive Triumphal Arch leading into St. James's Park , its gorgeous gateway , the neighbouring buildings about the top of Grosvenor Place ...
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... turned - up tip of whose illustrious nose the destinies of the English nation are at this moment balanced * , and where they appear to hold about as pre- carious a position as that of the little boy whom the street jugglers clap upon ...
... turned - up tip of whose illustrious nose the destinies of the English nation are at this moment balanced * , and where they appear to hold about as pre- carious a position as that of the little boy whom the street jugglers clap upon ...
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... turned up favourably wherever I have drawn ? " He offered up a thanksgiving . But can such aspirations ascend as welcome memorials before God ? Alas ! that so gross a perversion of the sublimest creed ever of- fered to the faith of man ...
... turned up favourably wherever I have drawn ? " He offered up a thanksgiving . But can such aspirations ascend as welcome memorials before God ? Alas ! that so gross a perversion of the sublimest creed ever of- fered to the faith of man ...
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... turned hastily round , and the same moment beheld the object of her unspeakable anxiety advancing towards her . His look was still paler than on the preceding evening , and as he approached , he smiled with a melancholy air , in which ...
... turned hastily round , and the same moment beheld the object of her unspeakable anxiety advancing towards her . His look was still paler than on the preceding evening , and as he approached , he smiled with a melancholy air , in which ...
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... turning his eyes away from her , " Let her be tried to - morrow by the water ordeal . If she be innocent she shall surely go free . " " But what have we here - white men ? " added the monarch , as two other strangers were brought into ...
... turning his eyes away from her , " Let her be tried to - morrow by the water ordeal . If she be innocent she shall surely go free . " " But what have we here - white men ? " added the monarch , as two other strangers were brought into ...
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Page 233 - The forward violet thus did I chide: Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath ? The purple pride Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dyed.
Page 58 - Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.
Page 109 - And purple all the ground with vernal flowers. Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears; Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
Page 39 - All the traditional accounts of him, the historians of the last age, and its best authors, represent him, as the most incorrupt lawyer, and the honestest statesman ; as a master orator, a genius of the finest taste, and as a patriot of the noblest and most extensive views ; as a man, who dispensed blessings by his life, and planned them for posterity.
Page 127 - Britain's isle, no matter where, An ancient pile of building stands ; The Huntingdons and Hattons there Employ'd the power of fairy hands To raise the ceiling's fretted height, Each pannel in achievements clothing, Rich windows that exclude the light, And passages, that lead to nothing.
Page 150 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Page 127 - Full oft within the spacious walls, When he had fifty winters o'er him, My grave lord-keeper led the brawls ; The seal and maces danced before him. His bushy beard, and shoe-strings green, His high-crown'd hat, and satin doublet, Moved the stout heart of England's queen, Though Pope and Spaniard could not trouble it.
Page 58 - But we their sons, a pamper'd race of men, Are dwindled down to three-score years and ten. Better to hunt in fields for health unbought, Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught. The wise for cure on exercise depend: God never made His work for man to mend.
Page 149 - tis too horrible ! The weariest and most loathed worldly life, That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Page 127 - ... take a row of pins and pull out every one, one after another, saying a...