The New Monthly Magazine, and Literary Journal, 第 5 巻Oliver Everett, 1823 |
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... hope he is gone to Spain for more news of his interesting curate . I wish also your " Silent River " would murmur once more : he flows with so sweet and melancholy a movement , that all your readers must cry out " That strain again ...
... hope he is gone to Spain for more news of his interesting curate . I wish also your " Silent River " would murmur once more : he flows with so sweet and melancholy a movement , that all your readers must cry out " That strain again ...
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... hope I am not alone in my partiality for that writer ; for whether he favours us with verse or prose I am equal- ly prepared to admire his wit , and to venerate the deep thought which that wit involves . With this lively interest in ...
... hope I am not alone in my partiality for that writer ; for whether he favours us with verse or prose I am equal- ly prepared to admire his wit , and to venerate the deep thought which that wit involves . With this lively interest in ...
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... hope of being relieved . In consequence of its obstinate resistance , Bolivar determined simply to invest it , and was deterred from attempt- ing an assault , which must have proved murderous , and might have miscarried . During this ...
... hope of being relieved . In consequence of its obstinate resistance , Bolivar determined simply to invest it , and was deterred from attempt- ing an assault , which must have proved murderous , and might have miscarried . During this ...
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... hope ever to see , the group being banished with the rest of the Carbonari to Siberia . Of Canova's two Venuses , Mr. Hope's is be- yond comparison the superior - it is the work of the mature artist ; that at Florence of one who makes a ...
... hope ever to see , the group being banished with the rest of the Carbonari to Siberia . Of Canova's two Venuses , Mr. Hope's is be- yond comparison the superior - it is the work of the mature artist ; that at Florence of one who makes a ...
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... hope you keep up your Latin ) I will , with your permis- sion , analyse your apparel from head to foot - ab ovo usque ad mala . ' The latter quotation is from Horace . To begin , then , with your hat : I am sorry to find it white : Sir ...
... hope you keep up your Latin ) I will , with your permis- sion , analyse your apparel from head to foot - ab ovo usque ad mala . ' The latter quotation is from Horace . To begin , then , with your hat : I am sorry to find it white : Sir ...
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471 ページ - Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world dreaming on things to come, Can yet the lease of my true love control, Suppos'd as forfeit to a confin'd doom.
471 ページ - In me. thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west ; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
243 ページ - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed: Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face; That makes simplicity a grace ; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
470 ページ - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
227 ページ - O, welcome, pure-eyed Faith, white-handed Hope, Thou hovering angel girt with golden wings, And thou unblemished form of Chastity!
472 ページ - O father, what a hell of witchcraft lies In the small orb of one particular tear! But with the inundation of the eyes What rocky heart to water will not wear?
227 ページ - With that same vaunted name, Virginity. Beauty is Nature's coin; must not be hoarded, But must be current; and the good thereof Consists in mutual and partaken bliss, Unsavoury in th
435 ページ - Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins : thy neck is as a tower of ivory. Thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim : thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.
471 ページ - ... basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace: Even so my sun one early morn did shine With all-triumphant splendour on my brow; But, out, alack!
471 ページ - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.