New Monthly Magazine, and Universal Register, Volumen10Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth Henry Colburn, 1824 |
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... least oppo- sition , or hazard . It was this act of virtuous forbearance that gained him the votes of the electors . The privileged classes of Aragon and Catalonia having been united at an early period , ( A. D. 1137 , ) it is as ...
... least oppo- sition , or hazard . It was this act of virtuous forbearance that gained him the votes of the electors . The privileged classes of Aragon and Catalonia having been united at an early period , ( A. D. 1137 , ) it is as ...
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... least , of a style , with- out which he knew that in France he had no chance of success , showed how he felt the iron of his chains - and , by what he has done in despite of them , proves what he could have done had he been wholly free ...
... least , of a style , with- out which he knew that in France he had no chance of success , showed how he felt the iron of his chains - and , by what he has done in despite of them , proves what he could have done had he been wholly free ...
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... least , seem heartgushing and spontaneous . I am perfectly aware that Moore's Rhymes on the Road . - If I have sometimes lost patience at the praises lavished on Rousseau by those who , one would think , ought to know or to feel better ...
... least , seem heartgushing and spontaneous . I am perfectly aware that Moore's Rhymes on the Road . - If I have sometimes lost patience at the praises lavished on Rousseau by those who , one would think , ought to know or to feel better ...
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... least double the quantity of cab- bage , an important solace to artisans in general , but more particularly to our tailors . Compensation must of course be made to our writers of Sonnets to the Moon , who will be cut short of their ...
... least double the quantity of cab- bage , an important solace to artisans in general , but more particularly to our tailors . Compensation must of course be made to our writers of Sonnets to the Moon , who will be cut short of their ...
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... least forward or peremptory with their advice ; for having our interest really at heart , they consider what can , rather than what cannot be done , and aid our views and endeavour to avert ill consequences by moderating our impatience ...
... least forward or peremptory with their advice ; for having our interest really at heart , they consider what can , rather than what cannot be done , and aid our views and endeavour to avert ill consequences by moderating our impatience ...
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Página 178 - Duncan is in his grave; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing Can touch him further.
Página 264 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon! daffodils That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength...
Página 85 - Would I were dead! if God's good will were so: For what is in this world but grief and woe ? O God ! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain : To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point...
Página 32 - E'en now, where Alpine solitudes ascend, I sit me down a pensive hour to spend ; And placed on high above the storm's career, Look downward where an hundred realms appear ; Lakes, forests, cities, plains extending wide, The pomp of kings, the shepherd's humbler pride.
Página 485 - Out of every corner of the woods and glens they came creeping forth upon their hands, for their legs could not bear them; they looked like anatomies of death ; they spake like ghosts crying out of their graves...
Página 420 - Me, of these Nor skill'd nor studious, higher argument "Remains ; sufficient of itself to raise That name, unless an age too late, or cold Climate, or years damp my intended wing Depress'd ; and much they may, if all be mine, Not hers, who brings it nightly to my ear.
Página 383 - Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state: From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer being here below? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
Página 60 - Death ! Day is for mortal care, Eve, for glad meetings round the joyous hearth, Night, for the dreams of sleep, the voice of prayer ; But all for thee, thou mightiest of the earth ! The banquet hath its hour, Its feverish hour of mirth, and song, and wine; There comes a day for griefs o'erwhelming power, A time for softer tears...
Página 319 - If stately passions in me burn, And one chance look to thee should turn, I drink out of an humbler urn A lowlier pleasure — The homely sympathy that heeds The common life our nature breeds, A wisdom fitted to the needs Of hearts at leisure.