The New Monthly Magazine, Volume 3E. Littell, 1822 |
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... perhaps " the Hours . " She rejoined , that St. Luke was a Greek , and had naturally given to the Virgin the Grecian con- tour - at the same time a gleam of red passed faintly over her cheek . Upon examining the manuscript , however , I ...
... perhaps " the Hours . " She rejoined , that St. Luke was a Greek , and had naturally given to the Virgin the Grecian con- tour - at the same time a gleam of red passed faintly over her cheek . Upon examining the manuscript , however , I ...
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... blood and bone , which perhaps , before Phoebus Apollo shall have twice reposed him with the goddess of the western wave , will be reduced to ashes , and consigned to an urn , by the sons and daughters of Cos ; 6 The Gallery of Apelles .
... blood and bone , which perhaps , before Phoebus Apollo shall have twice reposed him with the goddess of the western wave , will be reduced to ashes , and consigned to an urn , by the sons and daughters of Cos ; 6 The Gallery of Apelles .
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... perhaps , have had some just cause of complaint . Not so in London . There is scarce- ly one of our illustrious countrymen , who has not either first be- held the light within its walls , pursued his avocations within its circuit , or ...
... perhaps , have had some just cause of complaint . Not so in London . There is scarce- ly one of our illustrious countrymen , who has not either first be- held the light within its walls , pursued his avocations within its circuit , or ...
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... perhaps on account of the corpus , For her's , entre nous , is as big as a porpus . She mention'd , with pride , how on last Lord Mayor's - day Her countenance drew all the people away ; But own'd , while they dubb'd her the general ...
... perhaps on account of the corpus , For her's , entre nous , is as big as a porpus . She mention'd , with pride , how on last Lord Mayor's - day Her countenance drew all the people away ; But own'd , while they dubb'd her the general ...
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... Perhaps she would have spoken with a nicer accuracy had she said , " we know what we have been . " Of our present state we can , strictly speaking , know nothing . The act of meditation on ourselves , however quick and subtle , must ...
... Perhaps she would have spoken with a nicer accuracy had she said , " we know what we have been . " Of our present state we can , strictly speaking , know nothing . The act of meditation on ourselves , however quick and subtle , must ...
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Page 415 - The moon shines bright : — In such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they did make no noise...
Page 491 - Sweet Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die.
Page 238 - Purification in the old law did save, And such, as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind. Her face was...
Page 236 - Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Page 237 - LAWRENCE, of virtuous father virtuous son, Now that the fields are dank, and ways are mire, Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fire Help waste a sullen day, what may be won From the hard season gaining? Time will run On smoother, till Favonius reinspire The frozen earth, and clothe in fresh attire The lily and rose, that neither sowed nor spun.
Page 551 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny : You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face ; You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Page 236 - CROMWELL, our chief of men, who through a cloud Not of war only, but detractions rude, Guided by faith and matchless fortitude, To peace and truth thy glorious way hast ploughed...
Page 220 - God Almighty first planted a garden; and, indeed, it is the purest of human pleasures; it is the greatest refreshment to the spirits of man; without which buildings and palaces are but gross handyworks...
Page 491 - This dish of meat is too good for any but Anglers, or very honest men ; and I trust, you will prove both, and therefore I have trusted you with this secret.
Page 237 - When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not : in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans The vales redoubled to the hills and they To heaven.