New Monthly Magazine, and Universal Register, Volume 4Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth Henry Colburn, 1822 |
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... observed , with a smile , that she thought Englishmen were all heretics , and had no faith in Bons Dieux , offering , at the same time , to accompany me to the Quai VOL . IV . NO . XIII . B des Orfèvres . We proceeded immediately to her ...
... observed , with a smile , that she thought Englishmen were all heretics , and had no faith in Bons Dieux , offering , at the same time , to accompany me to the Quai VOL . IV . NO . XIII . B des Orfèvres . We proceeded immediately to her ...
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... observed it with ominous silence . The cloud gradually expanded , until in a short time its size became prodigious , and involved the world in darkness . The land - wind , at the same time , blew a tremendous gale - all became terror ...
... observed it with ominous silence . The cloud gradually expanded , until in a short time its size became prodigious , and involved the world in darkness . The land - wind , at the same time , blew a tremendous gale - all became terror ...
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... observe it well . Now , as General Picton's figure , in the artist's opinion , would not do for sculpture , he has given us three that he thinks may answer better . A Victory , or an England , ( I forget which ) with a Grecian face ...
... observe it well . Now , as General Picton's figure , in the artist's opinion , would not do for sculpture , he has given us three that he thinks may answer better . A Victory , or an England , ( I forget which ) with a Grecian face ...
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... observed with a degree of ceremony and strictness much beyond the observances of a sabbath . Divine service commenced at seven and eight o'clock in the morning in the Cathedral and the other churches , and a succession of prayers and ...
... observed with a degree of ceremony and strictness much beyond the observances of a sabbath . Divine service commenced at seven and eight o'clock in the morning in the Cathedral and the other churches , and a succession of prayers and ...
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... observe and partake of their pleasure . But to me St. Dunstan's had a greater attraction than even the marvellous hammers of these representatives of old Time . It was to this holy place that the divine Clarissa used to steal , to offer ...
... observe and partake of their pleasure . But to me St. Dunstan's had a greater attraction than even the marvellous hammers of these representatives of old Time . It was to this holy place that the divine Clarissa used to steal , to offer ...
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Page 419 - 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 495 - 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 241 - AVENGE, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold ; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones...
Page 485 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Page 242 - ... 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 re-inspire The frozen earth, and clothe in fresh attire The lily and rose, that neither- sow'd nor spun. What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice, Of Attic taste, with wine...
Page 241 - God's trophies, and his work pursued, While Darwen stream, with blood of Scots imbrued; And Dunbar field, resounds thy praises loud. And Worcester's laureate wreath : yet much remains To conquer still ; Peace hath her victories No less renowned than War: new foes arise, Threatening to bind our souls with secular chains. Help us to save free conscience from the paw Of hireling wolves, whose Gospel is their maw.
Page 241 - 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 240 - 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 75 - I sit by and sing. Or gather rushes to make many a ring For thy long fingers; tell thee tales of love, How the pale Phoebe, hunting in a grove, First saw the boy Endymion, from whose eyes She took eternal fire that never dies ; How she convey'd him softly in a sleep.
Page 555 - 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.