The London Magazine, 3. kötetBaldwin, Cradock, and Joy, 1821 |
Részletek a könyvből
1 - 5 találat összesen 87 találatból.
6. oldal
... imaginative , how hopeful ! From what have I not fallen , if the child I remember was indeed myself , -and not some ... imagination the freezing days of December . But now - shall I confess a truth ? -I feel these audits but too ...
... imaginative , how hopeful ! From what have I not fallen , if the child I remember was indeed myself , -and not some ... imagination the freezing days of December . But now - shall I confess a truth ? -I feel these audits but too ...
11. oldal
... imagination , like that species of men- tal exaltation which. Venice , more than any other city , or place , I have ever seen , realized the image of itself , which had gradu- ally grown up in my fancy , in the course of years , under ...
... imagination , like that species of men- tal exaltation which. Venice , more than any other city , or place , I have ever seen , realized the image of itself , which had gradu- ally grown up in my fancy , in the course of years , under ...
14. oldal
... imagination there than in England : our ideas of women partake of a mystical unde- finable nature , which cannot be re- ferred to matter of fact , but springs " altogether from the workings of the deny to the Italian the benefit of the ...
... imagination there than in England : our ideas of women partake of a mystical unde- finable nature , which cannot be re- ferred to matter of fact , but springs " altogether from the workings of the deny to the Italian the benefit of the ...
15. oldal
imagination , like that species of men- tal exaltation which distinguishes some of the more severe of our reli- gious sects . When any thing is done to dispel this vision , where it exists , respect and forbearance disappear at once ...
imagination , like that species of men- tal exaltation which distinguishes some of the more severe of our reli- gious sects . When any thing is done to dispel this vision , where it exists , respect and forbearance disappear at once ...
16. oldal
... imagination . It is covered with representations in mosaic , one or two of them designs by Titian , but most of them in the style of the meagre artists of the low Greek empire , the subjects of which are all religious , though the ...
... imagination . It is covered with representations in mosaic , one or two of them designs by Titian , but most of them in the style of the meagre artists of the low Greek empire , the subjects of which are all religious , though the ...
Tartalomjegyzék
91 | |
108 | |
119 | |
125 | |
126 | |
133 | |
141 | |
145 | |
147 | |
149 | |
164 | |
165 | |
174 | |
175 | |
186 | |
215 | |
220 | |
229 | |
241 | |
245 | |
254 | |
261 | |
267 | |
268 | |
303 | |
314 | |
316 | |
397 | |
406 | |
430 | |
437 | |
440 | |
447 | |
457 | |
473 | |
484 | |
514 | |
537 | |
540 | |
548 | |
559 | |
563 | |
565 | |
577 | |
584 | |
589 | |
611 | |
632 | |
634 | |
646 | |
651 | |
663 | |
683 | |
684 | |
Más kiadások - Összes megtekintése
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
Adlington admiration Amy Robsart appears Atts ballad beauty better BLACKWOOD'S MAGAZINE celebrated character church Cloudy Cockney Countess of Leicester daugh daughter death delight effect England English Erisso eyes fair favour feeling French gentleman give glory hand head heart honour human interest Italian Italy John lady late Leicester Lisbon literary living Lockhart London LONDON MAGAZINE look Lord Byron Magazine manner ment merchant Middlesex mind Mohocks Naples nature ness never night noble o'er observed Pericles persons Petrarch Phidias play poem poet poetry present racter reader Rossini Royal scene Scott seems shallop sion Skiddaw song soul spirit style sweet taste Temple theatre thee ther thing thou thought tion Venice voice vols William writer young
Népszerű szakaszok
596. oldal - 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.
39. oldal - 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.
328. oldal - 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.
61. oldal - 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.
482. oldal - 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.
328. oldal - 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.
596. oldal - 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...
480. oldal - 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...
58. oldal - 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.
313. oldal - 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.