The New Monthly Magazine, 4. kötetE. Littell, 1822 |
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... POETS . NO . III . - GUIDO CAVALCANTI . THUS hath one Guido from the other snatch'd The letter'd prize , -and he ... poet ; or if some wit had written them expressly to sport with the credulity of his contempora- ries . But , whether ...
... POETS . NO . III . - GUIDO CAVALCANTI . THUS hath one Guido from the other snatch'd The letter'd prize , -and he ... poet ; or if some wit had written them expressly to sport with the credulity of his contempora- ries . But , whether ...
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... poets , critics , historians , and philosophers , and one who seemed born to exercise a vast influence over his contemporaries , and to be remembered by posterity not so much for any great achievement , 89-66 53-1 or any distinguished ...
... poets , critics , historians , and philosophers , and one who seemed born to exercise a vast influence over his contemporaries , and to be remembered by posterity not so much for any great achievement , 89-66 53-1 or any distinguished ...
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... poet has described every quality , virtue , and pro- perty of love . " To this canzone some have applied the epithet divine , but though it has been studied for centuries by many acute scholars , we do not find any who have succeeded in ...
... poet has described every quality , virtue , and pro- perty of love . " To this canzone some have applied the epithet divine , but though it has been studied for centuries by many acute scholars , we do not find any who have succeeded in ...
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... poet ) , spoke English with such purity and ease , that she might readily have been mistaken for an English woman . Talma intimated a strong desire to play Hamlet in London . The idea had been originally suggested to him by Helen Maria ...
... poet ) , spoke English with such purity and ease , that she might readily have been mistaken for an English woman . Talma intimated a strong desire to play Hamlet in London . The idea had been originally suggested to him by Helen Maria ...
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... poet , that if he had been living in his time , he would have made him his prime minister . S. LETTERS FROM TOURS . NO . II . MISS MARY BALL TO MISS JANE JINKINS . DEAR Jane , we reach'd Paris as day - light was closing , And its aspect ...
... poet , that if he had been living in his time , he would have made him his prime minister . S. LETTERS FROM TOURS . NO . II . MISS MARY BALL TO MISS JANE JINKINS . DEAR Jane , we reach'd Paris as day - light was closing , And its aspect ...
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530. oldal - She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat, like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
363. oldal - Ceremony, Not all these, laid in bed majestical, Can sleep so soundly as the wretched slave, Who with a body fill'd and vacant mind Gets him to rest, cramm'd with distressful bread...
135. oldal - Though in their souls, which thus each other thwarted, Love was the very root of the fond rage Which blighted their life's bloom, and then departed: Itself expired, but leaving them an age Of years all winters, — war within themselves to wage.
38. oldal - Vanbrugh , and is a good example of his heavy though imposing style (*Lie heavy on him, Earth, for he Laid many a heavy load on thee"), with a Corinthian portico in the centre and two projecting wings.
399. oldal - The pattern grows, the well-depicted flower, Wrought patiently into the snowy lawn, Unfolds its bosom ; buds, and leaves, and sprigs, And curling tendrils, gracefully disposed, Follow the nimble finger of the fair — A wreath that cannot fade, of flowers that blow With most success when all besides decay.
443. oldal - ve sworn by our country's assaulters, By the virgins they 've dragg'd from our altars, By our massacred patriots, our children in chains, By our heroes of old and their blood in our veins, That living, we shall be victorious, Or that dying, our deaths shall be glorious. A breath of submission we breathe not; The sword that we 've drawn we will sheathe not ! Its scabbard is left where our martyrs are laid, And the vengeance of ages has whetted its blade.
443. oldal - AGAIN to the battle, Achaians ! Our hearts bid the tyrants defiance ; Our land, the first garden of Liberty's tree — It has been, and shall yet be, the land of the free : For the cross of our faith is replanted, The pale dying crescent is daunted, And we march that the foot-prints of Mahomet's slaves May be washed out in blood from our forefathers
161. oldal - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast?
443. oldal - Till we've trampled the turban, and shown ourselves worth Being sprung from and named for the godlike of earth. Strike home, and the world shall revere us As heroes descended from heroes.
426. oldal - A strange fish! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o