The London Magazine, 4. kötetBaldwin, Cradock, and Joy, 1821 |
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10. oldal
... wind , the awful language of the said , " stones have been known to move , and trees to speak . " I heard their voices now ! Every thing about me awed the present into nothing- and the days of old came trooping and pride , to take their ...
... wind , the awful language of the said , " stones have been known to move , and trees to speak . " I heard their voices now ! Every thing about me awed the present into nothing- and the days of old came trooping and pride , to take their ...
16. oldal
... wind have stirr'd , Seems as a proud and angry voice were heard : " Let none with unwise hardiment presume To touch me ; for , once vocal at command Of Tityrus , I brook no meaner hand . " As to what Gray has said of " the bad ear " of ...
... wind have stirr'd , Seems as a proud and angry voice were heard : " Let none with unwise hardiment presume To touch me ; for , once vocal at command Of Tityrus , I brook no meaner hand . " As to what Gray has said of " the bad ear " of ...
31. oldal
... windy , was rather fine ; there was moonlight enough to light us up the rugged ascent , without torches the virtuous ... wind ; their white faces and hands , and " snaw white " drapery had been sadly smoked and blackened in the regions ...
... windy , was rather fine ; there was moonlight enough to light us up the rugged ascent , without torches the virtuous ... wind ; their white faces and hands , and " snaw white " drapery had been sadly smoked and blackened in the regions ...
33. oldal
... wind as it passed the dreadful orifice , roared deep and awfully , a few sparks and small particles of fiery matter issued forth ; now and then a piece of mat- ter breaking away from the sides of the hollow , fell upon the flowing lava ...
... wind as it passed the dreadful orifice , roared deep and awfully , a few sparks and small particles of fiery matter issued forth ; now and then a piece of mat- ter breaking away from the sides of the hollow , fell upon the flowing lava ...
34. oldal
... wind : behind us , — There stood a hill not far , whose grisly top Belch'd fire and rolling smoke- the lower part of the cone lay in a thick shade ; for the small flames which were playing above , only illu- minated the head of the ...
... wind : behind us , — There stood a hill not far , whose grisly top Belch'd fire and rolling smoke- the lower part of the cone lay in a thick shade ; for the small flames which were playing above , only illu- minated the head of the ...
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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...