The New Monthly Magazine, Volume 3E. Littell, 1822 |
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... Writer were passed Letters on a Tour in Switzerland Sonnets to my Children sleeping Literary Recollections of London Milk and Honey , or the Land of Promise PAGE . 1 10 12 13 16 17 21 22. 200 28 29 35. 179. 243. 376. 435 Modern ...
... Writer were passed Letters on a Tour in Switzerland Sonnets to my Children sleeping Literary Recollections of London Milk and Honey , or the Land of Promise PAGE . 1 10 12 13 16 17 21 22. 200 28 29 35. 179. 243. 376. 435 Modern ...
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... Writing Sonnet - Francesco Redi Sonnet - Celio Magno Mountain Scenery South American Patriot's Song All Hallow Eve in Ireland Lines written on the Field of Crecy , 1820 On Arabic and Persian Literature Sonnet - Angelo di Costanzo • PAGE ...
... Writing Sonnet - Francesco Redi Sonnet - Celio Magno Mountain Scenery South American Patriot's Song All Hallow Eve in Ireland Lines written on the Field of Crecy , 1820 On Arabic and Persian Literature Sonnet - Angelo di Costanzo • PAGE ...
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... writer were passed , 21 - to my children sleeping , 28- Milk and Honey , 35 , 37 - stanzas on skulls in Beauley Abbey , 57 - epi- gram , 55 — the younger brother , 65- modern courtship , 71 — a sea - side re- verie , 80 - on an intended ...
... writer were passed , 21 - to my children sleeping , 28- Milk and Honey , 35 , 37 - stanzas on skulls in Beauley Abbey , 57 - epi- gram , 55 — the younger brother , 65- modern courtship , 71 — a sea - side re- verie , 80 - on an intended ...
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... writing , 228 . Venice , sketch of , 568 . Velant Smith , the , 527 . Versailles , account of , 83 . Visit to London , Mr. P.'s , 401 . Voltaire , Casanova's visit to , and Haller , 171 - conversations with , 173 -- intro- duction of Mr ...
... writing , 228 . Venice , sketch of , 568 . Velant Smith , the , 527 . Versailles , account of , 83 . Visit to London , Mr. P.'s , 401 . Voltaire , Casanova's visit to , and Haller , 171 - conversations with , 173 -- intro- duction of Mr ...
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... write should ever meet a reader's eye ) may now imagine me at the convent gate of Vallerosa . Diverging from the great road , and winding a half - circle round a jutting rock , the convent appears , to the traveller , embosomed in a ...
... write should ever meet a reader's eye ) may now imagine me at the convent gate of Vallerosa . Diverging from the great road , and winding a half - circle round a jutting rock , the convent appears , to the traveller , embosomed in 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.