The New Monthly Magazine, and Literary Journal, Band 5Oliver Everett, 1823 |
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... Houndsditch Album Nouvelles Messéniennes , par M. Casimir Delavigne A Country Christmas : Agreeability The White Rose , or the Lament of the Year 1745 140 149 150 152 153 158 160. 250. 452 164 168 172 Harry Halter the Highwayman 173 ...
... Houndsditch Album Nouvelles Messéniennes , par M. Casimir Delavigne A Country Christmas : Agreeability The White Rose , or the Lament of the Year 1745 140 149 150 152 153 158 160. 250. 452 164 168 172 Harry Halter the Highwayman 173 ...
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... Houndsditch ; and not that there is any thing degrading in the profession , for we have poets who have started into celebrity from the inferior stations of cowherds , ploughmen , and shoemakers , -but , alas ! my poor father is not ...
... Houndsditch ; and not that there is any thing degrading in the profession , for we have poets who have started into celebrity from the inferior stations of cowherds , ploughmen , and shoemakers , -but , alas ! my poor father is not ...
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... Houndsditch , which , if I am not much mistaken , will eventually rival the most celebrated literary associations that have been formed from the days of Pericles down to those of Lorenzo de ' Medici and Dr. Johnson . Considering the ...
... Houndsditch , which , if I am not much mistaken , will eventually rival the most celebrated literary associations that have been formed from the days of Pericles down to those of Lorenzo de ' Medici and Dr. Johnson . Considering the ...
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... smokeless and erect , And garret windows patch'd and check'd , The prentice - rousing ray reflect , While those within them sleeping , Reflect- -that they must stretch their legs , And bundle 162 Literary Society in Houndsditch .
... smokeless and erect , And garret windows patch'd and check'd , The prentice - rousing ray reflect , While those within them sleeping , Reflect- -that they must stretch their legs , And bundle 162 Literary Society in Houndsditch .
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... as inappropriate and unclassical , and shall henceforth acknowledge no other appellation than that of Hebe Hoggins . H. NOUVELLES MESSENIENNES , PAR M. CASIMIR DELAVIGNE . NOTWITHSTANDING the Literary Society in Houndsditch . 163.
... as inappropriate and unclassical , and shall henceforth acknowledge no other appellation than that of Hebe Hoggins . H. NOUVELLES MESSENIENNES , PAR M. CASIMIR DELAVIGNE . NOTWITHSTANDING the Literary Society in Houndsditch . 163.
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Beliebte Passagen
Seite 471 - 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.
Seite 471 - 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.
Seite 243 - 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.
Seite 470 - 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...
Seite 227 - O, welcome, pure-eyed Faith, white-handed Hope, Thou hovering angel girt with golden wings, And thou unblemished form of Chastity!
Seite 472 - 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?
Seite 227 - 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
Seite 435 - 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.
Seite 471 - ... 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!
Seite 471 - 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.