The New Monthly Magazine, Volume 3E. Littell, 1822 |
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... side re- verie , 80 - on an intended removal from a favourite residence , 81 - to Ju- lia , 96 - the haunch of venison , 126— the obliging assassin , 140 - sonnet , 144 -ballad from the Spanish , 154 - song , 163 - Simplicity , 187 ...
... side re- verie , 80 - on an intended removal from a favourite residence , 81 - to Ju- lia , 96 - the haunch of venison , 126— the obliging assassin , 140 - sonnet , 144 -ballad from the Spanish , 154 - song , 163 - Simplicity , 187 ...
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... side by the flattery of my charms -Ma foi , vous êtes bien exigeans , vous , Messieurs les Anglais . " I perceived the justice of what she said , made an effort to laugh too , and , having bid her a sincerely affectionate farewell ...
... side by the flattery of my charms -Ma foi , vous êtes bien exigeans , vous , Messieurs les Anglais . " I perceived the justice of what she said , made an effort to laugh too , and , having bid her a sincerely affectionate farewell ...
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... side the grave , forget the heavenly abandonment and eleva- tion of soul , the boundless hope and unclouded faith , which played upon the countenance of the innocent girl , whilst in the name of the Father , the Son , and the Holy Ghost ...
... side the grave , forget the heavenly abandonment and eleva- tion of soul , the boundless hope and unclouded faith , which played upon the countenance of the innocent girl , whilst in the name of the Father , the Son , and the Holy Ghost ...
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... side of the channel , without an atom of the civility that might render it palatable . Let our countrymen then not lay in a double stock of suspicion , when they purpose visiting the Continent - they will no where find more rogues than ...
... side of the channel , without an atom of the civility that might render it palatable . Let our countrymen then not lay in a double stock of suspicion , when they purpose visiting the Continent - they will no where find more rogues than ...
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... side is perched the fortress of Joux beetling over the road . Here Toussaint L'Ouverture was confined by Napoleon , and died of cold , hunger , and grief . The rock is almost inaccessible , and ad- mirably adapted for the site of a ...
... side is perched the fortress of Joux beetling over the road . Here Toussaint L'Ouverture was confined by Napoleon , and died of cold , hunger , and grief . The rock is almost inaccessible , and ad- mirably adapted for the site of a ...
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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.