The New Monthly Magazine, and Literary Journal ..., Volume 3Allen and Ticknor, 1822 |
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... hour , nor in celebration of the reign of the mighty Prince of the time , or the ministry of Masters of Revels and Lords of Misrule ; nor yet touching the history of the marvellous conversion of lawyers , benchers , and " their mighty ...
... hour , nor in celebration of the reign of the mighty Prince of the time , or the ministry of Masters of Revels and Lords of Misrule ; nor yet touching the history of the marvellous conversion of lawyers , benchers , and " their mighty ...
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... hours passed by , until the clamorous blast proclaimed that the Master of the Revels be- gan his reign . But of the delights of those moments , ere that blast was heard , who shall speak ? The circle of elders that you see grouped about ...
... hours passed by , until the clamorous blast proclaimed that the Master of the Revels be- gan his reign . But of the delights of those moments , ere that blast was heard , who shall speak ? The circle of elders that you see grouped about ...
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... hour , ) shall have passed away , we shall sink into a Gothic oblivion of the nobler models , and shall be thrown upon and de- pendent on the untalented efforts of the English school . In no country has Nature given the mind more of the ...
... hour , ) shall have passed away , we shall sink into a Gothic oblivion of the nobler models , and shall be thrown upon and de- pendent on the untalented efforts of the English school . In no country has Nature given the mind more of the ...
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... hours ! Home of my youth , and theme of youthful song ! How joyous in thy now neglected bowers , My thoughtless boyhood chased its days along ! Yes , I may roam , a pilgrim in the throng- May many a sweet rose in the desert find- But ne ...
... hours ! Home of my youth , and theme of youthful song ! How joyous in thy now neglected bowers , My thoughtless boyhood chased its days along ! Yes , I may roam , a pilgrim in the throng- May many a sweet rose in the desert find- But ne ...
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... hour to spend . GOLDSMITH . WE arrived at Orbe , from Dijon , by way of Salins and Pontarlier -a road full of beauty , and a worthy introduction to this lovely Pays de Vaud . A few leagues from Dijon , about Auxonne , as we drove along ...
... hour to spend . GOLDSMITH . WE arrived at Orbe , from Dijon , by way of Salins and Pontarlier -a road full of beauty , and a worthy introduction to this lovely Pays de Vaud . A few leagues from Dijon , about Auxonne , as we drove along ...
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Page 417 - 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...
Page 551 - 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.
Page 73 - I am not for criticising hedgerows and black cattle. I go out of town in order to forget the town and all that is in it. There are those who for this purpose go to wateringplaces, and carry the metropolis with them.
Page 240 - But to return to our own institute; besides these constant exercises at home, there is another opportunity of gaining experience to be won from pleasure itself abroad; in those vernal seasons of the year when the air is calm and pleasant, it were an injury and sullenness against nature, not to go out and see her riches, and partake in her rejoicing with heaven and earth.
Page 240 - Purification in the old law did save, And such, as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind. Her face was...
Page 26 - This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction ; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring . Sounds sweet as if a Sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved. It is the hush of night...
Page 239 - 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...
Page 238 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Page 531 - While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures Whilst the landscape round it measures...
Page 239 - 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.