The New Monthly Magazine, Band 9E. Littell, 1825 |
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... imagination , without paying some previous attention , to the age , the place , and the people , where that theatre arose , and without meditating on Athens , the eye of Greece - mother of arts And eloquence , native to famous wits Or ...
... imagination , without paying some previous attention , to the age , the place , and the people , where that theatre arose , and without meditating on Athens , the eye of Greece - mother of arts And eloquence , native to famous wits Or ...
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... imagination , will indeed be very wonderful ! But Russia must first change her government ; and that is a serious matter . At present she looks more likely to terrify than encourage European intellect . Mean- while , in the scale of ...
... imagination , will indeed be very wonderful ! But Russia must first change her government ; and that is a serious matter . At present she looks more likely to terrify than encourage European intellect . Mean- while , in the scale of ...
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... imagination , and free of every society where manly spirit , heroic self - devotion , and gentlemanly bearing , are permitted to flourish . Our author does not attempt to compass and to master so great and unwieldy portions of human ...
... imagination , and free of every society where manly spirit , heroic self - devotion , and gentlemanly bearing , are permitted to flourish . Our author does not attempt to compass and to master so great and unwieldy portions of human ...
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... imaginative , to embrace and lean upon one another in a manner more charming than I can express . They were like sis- ters , ever different , and yet ever loving . I could put them at this minute on his tomb , if I were a sculptor . He ...
... imaginative , to embrace and lean upon one another in a manner more charming than I can express . They were like sis- ters , ever different , and yet ever loving . I could put them at this minute on his tomb , if I were a sculptor . He ...
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... imaginative faculty instantly inspired . We attribute to the stomach , in short , all the functions of the soul , and yet deny its residence where these its magis- terial powers are perpetually exercised . Verily we are a fantastical ...
... imaginative faculty instantly inspired . We attribute to the stomach , in short , all the functions of the soul , and yet deny its residence where these its magis- terial powers are perpetually exercised . Verily we are a fantastical ...
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abbot acquainted admiration appearance Arab Athenian Athens Attica beauty called character cunning dear death delight Earl Murray effect England English fancy father favour fear feelings French gentleman Giulio give Greece Greek habit hand happy heard heart Honeycomb honour hour imagination interest Job Orton King lady letter live London look Lord Lord Byron Lycurgus Mademoiselle Mars manners means mind Mount Lebanon Napoleon nature never night noble o'er object once passed passion person Petrarch pleasure poet poetry poor possession present Puss in Boots Queen racter reader rich round scarcely scene seemed shew Sir Francis Burdett smile Solonian constitution soon soul speak spirit sweet taste tell thee Theresa thing thou thought tion town truth turn voice whole words write young youth Zetti
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Seite 425 - O good old man ; how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for duty, not for meed ! Thou art not for the fashion of these times, Where none will sweat, but for promotion; And having that, do choke their service up Even with the having: it is not so with thee.
Seite 46 - Piety displays Her mouldering roll, the piercing eye explores New manners, and the pomp of elder days, Whence culls the pensive bard his pictured stores. Nor rough nor barren are the winding ways Of hoar antiquity, but strown with flowers.
Seite 132 - DUKE'S PALACE. [Enter DUKE, CURIO, LORDS; MUSICIANS attending.] DUKE. If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Seite 132 - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious! But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever; Or like the borealis race That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tam maun ride; That hour, o...
Seite 263 - Sueil has bound ! Lo, some are vellum, and the rest as good, For all his lordship knows, — but they are wood! For Locke or Milton 'tis in vain to look ; These shelves admit not any modern book.
Seite 488 - Where London's column, pointing to the skies Like a tall bully, lifts its head and lies.
Seite 67 - Thy silver hairs I see, So still, so sadly bright ! And father, father ! but for me, They had not been so white ! I bore thee down, high heart ! at last. No longer couldst thou strive ; — Oh, for one moment of the past, To kneel and say —
Seite 69 - Sol, and dissolved pearl (Apicius' diet 'gainst the epilepsy), And I will eat these broths with spoons of amber, Headed with diamond and carbuncle. My footboy shall eat pheasants...
Seite 484 - AH ! who can tell how hard it is to climb The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar ; Ah ! who can tell how many a soul sublime Has felt the influence of malignant star, And waged with Fortune an eternal war...
Seite 67 - Oh, father ! is it vain, This late remorse and deep ? Speak to me, father ! once again, I weep — behold, I weep ! Alas ! my guilty pride and ire ! Were but this work undone, I would give England's crown, my sire ! To hear thee bless thy son.