The British Magazine, Or, Miscellany of Polite Literature Comprehending an Analysis of Modern Publications, Volume 1J. Robins, 1823 - English literature |
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... soul to pleasure ; Who gave to love his warmest thought , Who gave to love his fondest measure . ' THOMAS MOORE , ESQ . whose portrait embellishes the present number , is one of those whose lives present few events differing from the ...
... soul to pleasure ; Who gave to love his warmest thought , Who gave to love his fondest measure . ' THOMAS MOORE , ESQ . whose portrait embellishes the present number , is one of those whose lives present few events differing from the ...
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... soul could not rest steadily on its centre ; it was impelled , by any sudden impulse , from one extreme to the other ; and he would fly , as the abysses of infamy and danger , the very palaces where he had just before hoped to revive ...
... soul could not rest steadily on its centre ; it was impelled , by any sudden impulse , from one extreme to the other ; and he would fly , as the abysses of infamy and danger , the very palaces where he had just before hoped to revive ...
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... soul , one house is sufficient . " He led a life of anxiety and labour ; his habits were those of the strictest temperance , which when he became rich did not alter . As his fortune increased , he augmented the number of his servants ...
... soul , one house is sufficient . " He led a life of anxiety and labour ; his habits were those of the strictest temperance , which when he became rich did not alter . As his fortune increased , he augmented the number of his servants ...
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... soul's sake . He was shot to death in the court - yard of Peel Castle , by a file of musketeers . " • Bridgenorth clasped his hands together , wrung them , and groaned bitterly . " As you seem interested for this criminal , ” added the ...
... soul's sake . He was shot to death in the court - yard of Peel Castle , by a file of musketeers . " • Bridgenorth clasped his hands together , wrung them , and groaned bitterly . " As you seem interested for this criminal , ” added the ...
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... soul somewhat corrupted by the evil communications of this wicked world . What say you ? He has two daughters - brighter eyes never beamed under a pinched hood ; and for myself , I think there is more fire in those who live only to love ...
... soul somewhat corrupted by the evil communications of this wicked world . What say you ? He has two daughters - brighter eyes never beamed under a pinched hood ; and for myself , I think there is more fire in those who live only to love ...
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Page 54 - When Jesus therefore saw his mother, and the disciple standing by whom he loved, he saith unto his mother, "Woman, behold thy son!" Then saith he to the disciple, "Behold thy mother!" And from that hour that disciple took her unto his own home.
Page 354 - On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood ; (Loose his beard and hoary hair, Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air,) And with a master's hand and prophet's fire Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre...
Page 235 - Her pranks the favorite theme of every tongue. But now the day was come, the day, the hour; Now, frowning, smiling, for the hundredth time, The nurse, that ancient lady, preached decorum; And, in the lustre of her youth, she gave Her hand, with her heart in it, to Francesco. Great was the joy; but at the Bridal feast, When all sat down, the Bride was wanting there. Nor was she to be found ! Her Father cried " 'Tis but to make a trial of our love...
Page 54 - When JESUS, therefore, saw his mother, and the disciple standing by whom he loved, he saith unto his mother, Woman, behold thy son. Then saith he to the disciple, Behold thy mother. And from that hour that disciple took her unto his own home.
Page 200 - His hours, and rivals opium and his brides ; Magnificent in Stamboul, but less grand, Though not less loved, in Wapping or the Strand ; Divine in hookas, glorious in a pipe, When...
Page 263 - For the Oracles of God, Four Orations. For Judgment to come, an Argument, in nine parts.
Page 232 - O Italy, how beautiful thou art ! Yet I could weep— for thou art lying, alas ! Low in the dust ; and they who come, admire thee As we admire the beautiful in death.
Page 297 - How eager all the earth is for the blow Which shall lay bare her bosom to the sword; How all the nations deem her their worst foe, That worse than worst of foes, the once adored False friend, who held out freedom to mankind...
Page 77 - A quarter-grown cub, that had hitherto been unseen, now appeared, dropping from the branches of a sapling, that grew under the shade of the beech which held its dam. This ignorant but vicious creature, approached...
Page 235 - Tis but to make a trial of our love !" And filled his glass to all ; but his hand shook, And soon from guest to guest the panic spread. 'Twas but that instant she had left Francesco, Laughing and looking back and flying still, Her ivory tooth imprinted on his finger. But now, alas, she was not to be found ; Nor from that hour could...