The London Magazine, 4. kötetBaldwin, Cradock, and Joy, 1821 |
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... June , 228 for July , 335 - for August , 450 - for Sep- tember , 569 - for October , 685 . West , anecdote of , 177 . Westminster Abbey , 651 . Wheat , prevention of smut in , 567 . Winter Evening Enjoyments , 367 . Witches , 384 ...
... June , 228 for July , 335 - for August , 450 - for Sep- tember , 569 - for October , 685 . West , anecdote of , 177 . Westminster Abbey , 651 . Wheat , prevention of smut in , 567 . Winter Evening Enjoyments , 367 . Witches , 384 ...
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... June morning in which I am writing this , ( June is my favourite month , ) turn from my idle and imperfect de- scription , and contemplate the plea- sant and orderly visage of kind Mrs. Hume , nested in its white laces , and gleaming ...
... June morning in which I am writing this , ( June is my favourite month , ) turn from my idle and imperfect de- scription , and contemplate the plea- sant and orderly visage of kind Mrs. Hume , nested in its white laces , and gleaming ...
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... June , " and I could say with the poet , But thou , that did'st appear so fair To fond imagination , Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation ! * Bridget's was more a waking bliss than mine , for she easily remembered her ...
... June , " and I could say with the poet , But thou , that did'st appear so fair To fond imagination , Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation ! * Bridget's was more a waking bliss than mine , for she easily remembered her ...
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... June 18 . CORNELIUS VAN VINKBOOMS . P. S. Dear me ! I've quite forgot the Masonry ! P. S. 2dus . Mr. Elton will have the goodness to accept my sincere thanks for his unexpected compliance with my wish . I take his compli- ment ...
... June 18 . CORNELIUS VAN VINKBOOMS . P. S. Dear me ! I've quite forgot the Masonry ! P. S. 2dus . Mr. Elton will have the goodness to accept my sincere thanks for his unexpected compliance with my wish . I take his compli- ment ...
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... June , 1821 . The striplings call me Crockery , ( a personage who has travelled North as well as East , ) and affect to join in my groans over the alterations of the Re- gent Bridge , County Hall , Jail , Nel- son's Monument , & c ...
... June , 1821 . The striplings call me Crockery , ( a personage who has travelled North as well as East , ) and affect to join in my groans over the alterations of the Re- gent Bridge , County Hall , Jail , Nel- son's Monument , & c ...
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76. oldal - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth ; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
280. oldal - Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness; The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas; Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade.
192. oldal - ... of this realm, and to the churches committed to their charge, all such rights and privileges as by law do or shall appertain unto them, or any of them?" — King or queen,
280. oldal - twas beyond a mortal's share To wander solitary there : Two paradises 'twere in one, To live in paradise alone. How well the skilful gardener drew Of flowers and herbs this dial new; Where, from above, the milder sun Does through a fragrant zodiac run, And, as it works, the industrious bee Computes its time as well as we ! How could such sweet and wholesome hours Be reckoned but with herbs and flowers...
279. oldal - Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green. Ah, yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand, Steal from his figure and no pace perceived...
377. oldal - The dream commenced with a music which now I often heard in dreams — a music of preparation and of awakening suspense, a music like the opening of the Coronation Anthem, and which, like that, gave the feeling of a vast march, of infinite cavalcades filing off, and the tread of innumerable armies.
288. oldal - Sank in her pillow. Shaded was her dream By the dusk curtains: — 'twas a midnight charm Impossible to melt as iced stream: The lustrous salvers in the moonlight gleam; Broad golden fringe upon the carpet lies: It...
288. oldal - Those looks immortal, those complainings dear ! Oh leave me not in this eternal woe, For if thou diest, my Love, I know not where to go.
222. oldal - LIFE IN LONDON : or, the Day and Night Scenes of Jerry Hawthorn, Esq., and his Elegant Friend, Corinthian Tom.
374. oldal - Far sinking into splendour — without end! Fabric it seemed of diamond and of gold, With alabaster domes, and silver spires, And blazing terrace upon terrace, high Uplifted ; here, serene pavilions bright In avenues disposed : there towers begirt With battlements that on their restless fronts Bore stars...