Knight's Quarterly Magazine, Band 2Knight, 1824 |
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... soul of youth chequered with fears and hopes ; but age is like the calm twilight which is shed equally over all the earth . Behold the lofty cedar when it stretches forth its arms , and the branches of it are covered with leaves ; it is ...
... soul of youth chequered with fears and hopes ; but age is like the calm twilight which is shed equally over all the earth . Behold the lofty cedar when it stretches forth its arms , and the branches of it are covered with leaves ; it is ...
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... soul divine . " The lying types have it , " Then least the vision and the soul divine . " What shall I say for this ? -I fell asleep at midnight , on the 29th of September , over our last leaf ; and Mr. Clowes ' steam - press would not ...
... soul divine . " The lying types have it , " Then least the vision and the soul divine . " What shall I say for this ? -I fell asleep at midnight , on the 29th of September , over our last leaf ; and Mr. Clowes ' steam - press would not ...
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... soul from heav'n above , Like glance from that dear eye I love.- This is his hour - I watch , and start , Ev'n at the beatings of my heart . In ev'ry breath his voice I hear , With ev'ry sound his step is near . Oh haste thee - ' tis a ...
... soul from heav'n above , Like glance from that dear eye I love.- This is his hour - I watch , and start , Ev'n at the beatings of my heart . In ev'ry breath his voice I hear , With ev'ry sound his step is near . Oh haste thee - ' tis a ...
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... soul , it is but for a short time . In a year we conquer Sicily . In another , we humble Carthage . I will bring back such robes , such necklaces , elephants ' teeth by thousands , ay , and the elephants themselves , if you wish to see ...
... soul , it is but for a short time . In a year we conquer Sicily . In another , we humble Carthage . I will bring back such robes , such necklaces , elephants ' teeth by thousands , ay , and the elephants themselves , if you wish to see ...
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... soul and the vegetable diet are derived from India . I met a Brachman in Sogdiana- All nonsense ! CALLICLES . CHARICLEA . What think you , Alcibiades ? ALCIBIADES . I think that , if the doctrine be true , your spirit will be trans ...
... soul and the vegetable diet are derived from India . I met a Brachman in Sogdiana- All nonsense ! CALLICLES . CHARICLEA . What think you , Alcibiades ? ALCIBIADES . I think that , if the doctrine be true , your spirit will be trans ...
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Seite 35 - Hurrah ! the foes are moving ! Hark to the mingled din Of fife and steed, and trump and drum, and roaring culverin ! The fiery Duke is pricking fast across St Andre's plain, With all the hireling chivalry of Guelders and Almayne.
Seite 34 - Flemish spears. There rode the brood of false Lorraine, the curses of our land ; And dark Mayenne was in the midst, a truncheon in his hand : And, as we looked on them, we thought of Seine's empurpled flood, And good Coligni's hoary hair all dabbled with his blood ; And we cried unto the living God, who rules the fate of war, To fight for his own holy name, and Henry of Navarre.
Seite 450 - You show us Rome was glorious, not profuse, And pompous buildings once were things of use; Yet shall, my lord, your just, your noble rules, Fill half the land with imitating fools ; Who random drawings from your sheets shall take; And of one beauty many blunders make...
Seite 325 - Fools! your doublets shone with gold, and your hearts were gay and bold, When you kissed your lily hands to your lemans to-day; And to-morrow shall the fox, from her chambers in the rocks, Lead forth her tawny cubs to howl above the prey. Where be your tongues that late mocked at heaven and hell and fate, And the fingers that once were so busy with your blades, Your perfum'd satin clothes, your catches and your oaths, Your stage-plays and your sonnets, your diamonds and your spades?
Seite 382 - It must not be; there is no power in Venice Can alter a decree established: 'Twill be recorded for a precedent, And many an error by the same example Will rush into the state; it cannot be.
Seite 301 - That an accursed thing it is to gaze On prosperous tyrants with a dazzled eye...
Seite 161 - Thammuz came next behind, Whose annual wound in Lebanon allured The Syrian damsels to lament his fate In amorous ditties all a summer's day, While smooth Adonis from his native rock 450 Ran purple to the sea, supposed with blood Of Thammuz yearly wounded...
Seite 216 - Rocks, caves, lakes, fens, bogs, dens, and shades of death — A universe of death ! which God by curse Created evil— for evil only good, Where all life dies, death lives, and nature breeds Perverse, all monstrous, all prodigious things, Abominable, inutterable, and worse Than fables yet have feigned, or fear conceived, Gorgons, and Hydras, and Chimeras dire.
Seite 35 - D'Aumale hath cried for quarter. The Flemish count is slain. Their ranks are breaking like thin clouds before a Biscay gale ; The field is heaped with bleeding steeds, and flags, and cloven mail. And then we thought on vengeance, and, all along our van, " Remember St. Bartholomew," was passed from man to man. But out spake gentle Henry, " No Frenchman is my foe : Down, down with every foreigner, but let your brethren go.
Seite 35 - Oh, was there ever such a knight, in friendship or in war, As our sovereign lord, King Henry, the soldier of Navarre? Ho ! maidens of Vienna ! Ho ! matrons of Lucerne ! Weep, weep, and rend your hair for those who never shall return ! Ho ! Philip, send for charity thy Mexican pistoles, That Antwerp monks may sing a mass for thy poor spearmen's souls. Ho ! gallant nobles of the League, look that your arms be bright ! Ho ! burghers of St.