New Monthly Magazine, and Universal Register, Volume 4Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth Henry Colburn, 1822 |
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... poet in higher vogue . All the world met me with compliment and congratulation . But there is no glory without its alloy . Mine certainly was not . In the first place , the auditors scarcely understood a syllable of what they praised ...
... poet in higher vogue . All the world met me with compliment and congratulation . But there is no glory without its alloy . Mine certainly was not . In the first place , the auditors scarcely understood a syllable of what they praised ...
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... poet- 11A " I stood and stand alone , remember'd or forgot . " There is no association connected with our country , so endearing and ennobling as our " ocean - wall . " We are conscious of being surrounded , like the earth itself , with ...
... poet- 11A " I stood and stand alone , remember'd or forgot . " There is no association connected with our country , so endearing and ennobling as our " ocean - wall . " We are conscious of being surrounded , like the earth itself , with ...
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... poet living scenes , that embody the loveliest visions of his fancy - while the mere rambling desultory traveller refreshes his feel- ings and his faculties at the pure fountain of nature , quickens his per- ceptions of the beautiful ...
... poet living scenes , that embody the loveliest visions of his fancy - while the mere rambling desultory traveller refreshes his feel- ings and his faculties at the pure fountain of nature , quickens his per- ceptions of the beautiful ...
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... poet's pleasure , " shot to the black abyss , and plunged outright . " Smedley " dived , " and Concanen " crept . " Into this miry stream , in short , Pope de- lighted to plunge all his dull enemies . * Fleet - street has been much ...
... poet's pleasure , " shot to the black abyss , and plunged outright . " Smedley " dived , " and Concanen " crept . " Into this miry stream , in short , Pope de- lighted to plunge all his dull enemies . * Fleet - street has been much ...
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... poet has informed us , that her sorrows were alleviated by the visitings of the Muse - she has rendered it the means of alleviating the sorrows of others . By her will the produce of the publication of her poems was directed to be ...
... poet has informed us , that her sorrows were alleviated by the visitings of the Muse - she has rendered it the means of alleviating the sorrows of others . By her will the produce of the publication of her poems was directed to be ...
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admiration Æsop ancient appears beauty breath called Callinus character church death delight Doddington Dublin effect Elgin Marbles England English Epic poetry eyes fair fancy father favour feel feet flowers French garden genius give Greek Greek poetry hand happy head heart Heaven Hesiod honour hope hour human imagination King lady letter light live London look Lord lover lyre Lyric poetry Martyr of Antioch Megabyzus Michel Angelo mind Mont Blanc morning mountain nature never night o'er object observed once passed passion Père La Chaise perhaps Petrarch pleasure Plutarch poem poet poetical poetry possess present Queen racter reader round Sallanche scene seems shew smile song sonnet soul spirit sweet taste Terpander thee thing thou thought tion town Velant verses Voltaire whole young youth
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Página 419 - The moon shines bright : — In such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they did make no noise...
Página 495 - Sweet Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die.
Página 241 - AVENGE, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold ; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones...
Página 485 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Página 242 - ... Lawrence, of virtuous father virtuous son, Now that the fields are dank and ways are mire, Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fire Help waste a sullen day, what may be won From the hard season gaining ? Time will run On smoother, till Favonius re-inspire The frozen earth, and clothe in fresh attire The lily and rose, that neither- sow'd nor spun. What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice, Of Attic taste, with wine...
Página 241 - God's trophies, and his work pursued, While Darwen stream, with blood of Scots imbrued; And Dunbar field, resounds thy praises loud. And Worcester's laureate wreath : yet much remains To conquer still ; Peace hath her victories No less renowned than War: new foes arise, Threatening to bind our souls with secular chains. Help us to save free conscience from the paw Of hireling wolves, whose Gospel is their maw.
Página 241 - LAWRENCE, of virtuous father virtuous son, Now that the fields are dank, and ways are mire, Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fire Help waste a sullen day, what may be won From the hard season gaining? Time will run On smoother, till Favonius reinspire The frozen earth, and clothe in fresh attire The lily and rose, that neither sowed nor spun.
Página 240 - CROMWELL, our chief of men, who through a cloud Not of war only, but detractions rude, Guided by faith and matchless fortitude, To peace and truth thy glorious way hast ploughed...
Página 75 - I sit by and sing. Or gather rushes to make many a ring For thy long fingers; tell thee tales of love, How the pale Phoebe, hunting in a grove, First saw the boy Endymion, from whose eyes She took eternal fire that never dies ; How she convey'd him softly in a sleep.
Página 555 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny : You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face ; You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.