The New Monthly Magazine, Volume 3E. Littell, 1822 |
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... tell If I'm dead or alive , Lady Loverule , or Nell ! You and I , arm in arm , ever destined to grapple , When the school , two by two , walk'd on Sunday to Chapel : Where I gave a nod to Tom Osborne , and you A smile to George Hughes ...
... tell If I'm dead or alive , Lady Loverule , or Nell ! You and I , arm in arm , ever destined to grapple , When the school , two by two , walk'd on Sunday to Chapel : Where I gave a nod to Tom Osborne , and you A smile to George Hughes ...
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... tell us the news . - Is the needful still taper ? Kean bolted off here in a huff : does he bring , Like Harris's Empress and Elliston's King ? Or , are you still dosed with stars , ribands , and garters , Cars , cream - colour'd horses ...
... tell us the news . - Is the needful still taper ? Kean bolted off here in a huff : does he bring , Like Harris's Empress and Elliston's King ? Or , are you still dosed with stars , ribands , and garters , Cars , cream - colour'd horses ...
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... tell me also , ere the fact I state , And tell without reserve , dost love , or hate Carlos , my son ? VOL . III . No. 1. - 1822 . H Isa . My Lord ? Phi . I understand thee Alfieri's Filippo and Schiller's Don Carlos , 57.
... tell me also , ere the fact I state , And tell without reserve , dost love , or hate Carlos , my son ? VOL . III . No. 1. - 1822 . H Isa . My Lord ? Phi . I understand thee Alfieri's Filippo and Schiller's Don Carlos , 57.
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... Tell me , now , Are you the reigning Queen ? Oh no , you are not . Where you were Queen , could such as Alba murder ? Where you were Queen , could Flanders bleed for faith ? Are you then Philip's wife ? Impossible . Never can I believe ...
... Tell me , now , Are you the reigning Queen ? Oh no , you are not . Where you were Queen , could such as Alba murder ? Where you were Queen , could Flanders bleed for faith ? Are you then Philip's wife ? Impossible . Never can I believe ...
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... tell , But yet this truth I know full well , I do not like thee , Doctor Fell . But though this aversion should be felt and acknowledged , it would still puzzle the observer to state from what particular feature of the object ...
... tell , But yet this truth I know full well , I do not like thee , Doctor Fell . But though this aversion should be felt and acknowledged , it would still puzzle the observer to state from what particular feature of the object ...
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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.