The London Magazine, Volumen3Baldwin, Cradock, and Joy, 1821 |
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... sweet security of streets . I would set up my tabernacle here . I am content to stand still at the age to which I am arrived ; I , and my friends . To be no younger , no richer , no handsomer . I do not want to be weaned by age ; or ...
... sweet security of streets . I would set up my tabernacle here . I am content to stand still at the age to which I am arrived ; I , and my friends . To be no younger , no richer , no handsomer . I do not want to be weaned by age ; or ...
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... sweet as- surance of a look " — ? In winter this intolerable disincli- nation to dying - to give it its mild- est name does more especially haunt and beset me . In a genial August noon , beneath a sweltering sky , death is almost ...
... sweet as- surance of a look " — ? In winter this intolerable disincli- nation to dying - to give it its mild- est name does more especially haunt and beset me . In a genial August noon , beneath a sweltering sky , death is almost ...
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... sweet : And though the Princess turn her back , Let us but line ourselves with sack , We better shall by far hold out , Till the next Year she face about . How say you , reader - do not these verses smack of the rough magnani- mity of ...
... sweet : And though the Princess turn her back , Let us but line ourselves with sack , We better shall by far hold out , Till the next Year she face about . How say you , reader - do not these verses smack of the rough magnani- mity of ...
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... sweet character into many of his female heads , though his man- ner of painting is slight and scumb◅ ling . Some small pictures on wood , by Andrea Schiavone , have great merit ; they seem to unite the Flemish and Venetian styles . The ...
... sweet character into many of his female heads , though his man- ner of painting is slight and scumb◅ ling . Some small pictures on wood , by Andrea Schiavone , have great merit ; they seem to unite the Flemish and Venetian styles . The ...
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... sweet maiden , nature had given so much female tact , as enabled her to know , that a beauti- ful face , and large dark hazel eyes , have some influence among men.- When she had wreathed up her tresses to her own satisfaction , she ...
... sweet maiden , nature had given so much female tact , as enabled her to know , that a beauti- ful face , and large dark hazel eyes , have some influence among men.- When she had wreathed up her tresses to her own satisfaction , she ...
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Página 596 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The Child is father of the Man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Página 39 - I'll tell you, friend! a wise man and a fool. You'll find, if once the monarch acts the monk Or, cobbler-like, the parson will be drunk, Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow, The rest is all but leather or prunella.
Página 328 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
Página 61 - He scarce had ceased, when the superior fiend Was moving toward the shore: his ponderous shield, Ethereal temper, massy, large, and round, Behind him cast; the broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views, At evening, from the top of Fesole, Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe.
Página 482 - There children dwell who know no parents' care; Parents, who know no children's love, dwell there! Heart-broken matrons on their joyless bed, Forsaken wives, and mothers never wed; Dejected widows with unheeded tears, And crippled age with more than childhood fears; The lame, the blind, and, far the happiest they! The moping idiot and the madman gay.
Página 328 - The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Página 596 - That light we see is burning in my hall ; how far that little candle throws its beams, so shines a good deed in a naughty world...
Página 480 - Which neither groves nor happy valleys boast; Where other cares than those the Muse relates, And other shepherds dwell with other mates; By such examples taught, I paint the Cot, As Truth will paint it, and as Bards will not...
Página 58 - The moon is up, and yet it is not night — Sunset divides the sky with her — a sea Of glory streams along the Alpine height Of blue Friuli's mountains ; Heaven is free From clouds, but of all colours seems to be Melted to one vast Iris of the West, Where the Day joins the past Eternity ; While, on the other hand, meek Dian's crest Floats through the azure air — an island of the blest ! XXVIII.
Página 313 - A million torches lighted by thy hand Wander unwearied through the blue abyss : They own thy power, accomplish thy command. All gay with life, all eloquent with bliss, What shall we call them ? Piles of crystal light, A glorious company of golden streams, Lamps of celestial ether burning bright, Suns lighting systems with their joyous beams ? But thou to these art as the noon to night.