New Monthly Magazine, and Universal Register, Volume 8Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Thomas Hood, Theodore Edward Hook, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth E. W. Allen, 1823 |
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... mind into alto - relievos on the learned brow ; -there is nothing of this about O'Connell . On the contrary , his countenance and man- ners impress you with the notion , that he looks forward to the coming effort as to a pastime in ...
... mind into alto - relievos on the learned brow ; -there is nothing of this about O'Connell . On the contrary , his countenance and man- ners impress you with the notion , that he looks forward to the coming effort as to a pastime in ...
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... mind , not only in its moral but in its metaphysical peculiarities . Throw him upon any particular class of men ... minds , he contents himself with throwing off rather materials for reasoning than elaborate reasonings - mere ...
... mind , not only in its moral but in its metaphysical peculiarities . Throw him upon any particular class of men ... minds , he contents himself with throwing off rather materials for reasoning than elaborate reasonings - mere ...
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... mind from the more direct and legitimate aims of the art . We conceive , in the next place , that the more insignificant the object of the imitation is , the more trifling the result will be , and the less ought it to be at- tempted ...
... mind from the more direct and legitimate aims of the art . We conceive , in the next place , that the more insignificant the object of the imitation is , the more trifling the result will be , and the less ought it to be at- tempted ...
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... mind of cant ; ' I do not ask you to play ; but you must have often read , when you were a good little boy , that ' Vice to be hated needs but to be seen , ' and cannot have forgotten that the Spartans sometimes made their slaves drunk ...
... mind of cant ; ' I do not ask you to play ; but you must have often read , when you were a good little boy , that ' Vice to be hated needs but to be seen , ' and cannot have forgotten that the Spartans sometimes made their slaves drunk ...
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... mind , I sur- veyed once more the faces before me , and could not help exclaiming- What a hideous study of human nature ! " As we have employed so much time , " said E- , " in taking the latitude , or rather the longitude of these ...
... mind , I sur- veyed once more the faces before me , and could not help exclaiming- What a hideous study of human nature ! " As we have employed so much time , " said E- , " in taking the latitude , or rather the longitude of these ...
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Page 113 - It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that I wrote the last lines of the last page, in a summer-house in my garden. After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent.
Page 539 - O'er-run and trampled on: then what they do in present, Though less than yours in past, must o'ertop yours; For time is like a fashionable host That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And, with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps in the comer: welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing.
Page 160 - Far down, and shining through their stillness lies ! Thou hast the starry gems, the burning gold, Won from ten thousand royal argosies ! — . Sweep o'er thy spoils, thou wild and wrathful main...
Page 41 - Ye winds that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me ? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.
Page 177 - Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen Full many a sprightly race Disporting on thy margent green The paths of pleasure trace; Who foremost now delight to cleave With pliant arm, thy glassy wave? The captive linnet which enthral? What idle progeny succeed To chase the rolling circle's speed, Or urge the flying ball?
Page 540 - High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin...
Page 264 - In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
Page 229 - Turk: false of heart, light of ear, bloody of hand; hog in sloth, fox in stealth, wolf in greediness, dog in madness, lion in prey.
Page 160 - Give back the lost and lovely! — those for whom The place was kept at board and hearth so long! The prayer went up through midnight's breathless gloom, And the vain yearning woke 'midst festal song!
Page 273 - Go, let oblivion's curtain fall Upon the stage of men, Nor with thy rising beams recall Life's tragedy again. Its piteous pageants bring not back, Nor waken flesh, upon the rack Of pain anew to writhe ; Stretch'd in disease's shapes abhorr'd, Or mown in battle by the sword, Like grass beneath the scythe.