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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... soon think of asking his assistance , as of stopping a person on the highway . Practical benevolence is not his forte . He leaves the profession of that to others . His habits , his theory are against it as idle and vulgar . His hand is ...
... soon think of asking his assistance , as of stopping a person on the highway . Practical benevolence is not his forte . He leaves the profession of that to others . His habits , his theory are against it as idle and vulgar . His hand is ...
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... soon find his way into the gazette . An Irish nobleman , lately deceased , being sentenced to three months ' imprisonment for having on some occasion administered justice as a magistrate a little à l'Irlandais , in order to shorten his ...
... soon find his way into the gazette . An Irish nobleman , lately deceased , being sentenced to three months ' imprisonment for having on some occasion administered justice as a magistrate a little à l'Irlandais , in order to shorten his ...
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... soon eat up , and so would the muff , If its wadding and fur had been eatable stuff , But ' twas torn and the spot was still bloody , When the youth of her soul , whose unhappy delay Had been caused by his drinking some wine by the way ...
... soon eat up , and so would the muff , If its wadding and fur had been eatable stuff , But ' twas torn and the spot was still bloody , When the youth of her soul , whose unhappy delay Had been caused by his drinking some wine by the way ...
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... soon put into practice ; and a new gig was ordered ; a vehicle , by - the - bye , he had little fancy for , and in which nothing but the prejudice of the old school against riding in a stage - coach , could have induced him to peril his ...
... soon put into practice ; and a new gig was ordered ; a vehicle , by - the - bye , he had little fancy for , and in which nothing but the prejudice of the old school against riding in a stage - coach , could have induced him to peril his ...
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... Soon afterwards the Abencerrages left the city , and joining the Spaniards became Christians . After their departure , Grenada became tributary to Spain , and the glory of the Moorish empire was no more . No common woe is their's to ...
... Soon afterwards the Abencerrages left the city , and joining the Spaniards became Christians . After their departure , Grenada became tributary to Spain , and the glory of the Moorish empire was no more . No common woe is their's to ...
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Página 60 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath. And stars to set — but all — Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death ! THE LOST PLEIAD.
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.