New Monthly Magazine, and Universal Register, 26. kötetThomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth E. W. Allen, 1829 |
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21. oldal
... round target . I think it would make much more deadly shots ; and when I remember the bones , walking - sticks , and roasting- spits I have seen fly , not to mention more than one snake divided as it glided away , I am inclined to think ...
... round target . I think it would make much more deadly shots ; and when I remember the bones , walking - sticks , and roasting- spits I have seen fly , not to mention more than one snake divided as it glided away , I am inclined to think ...
25. oldal
... round the bed was the maximum of woollen integument allowed for protecting the feet of the midnight wanderer from his couch ; and , in the staircases of the fairest mansions , a like slip meandered down the centre of the flight of steps ...
... round the bed was the maximum of woollen integument allowed for protecting the feet of the midnight wanderer from his couch ; and , in the staircases of the fairest mansions , a like slip meandered down the centre of the flight of steps ...
32. oldal
... round him , and mellow the harshness of his character , like the green ivy twining round the rugged bark of the oak , and softening its rude majesty . Life took a new aspect . A brighter sun seemed to have risen over the world . He ...
... round him , and mellow the harshness of his character , like the green ivy twining round the rugged bark of the oak , and softening its rude majesty . Life took a new aspect . A brighter sun seemed to have risen over the world . He ...
33. oldal
... round was covered with olive - grounds and vineyards , and sprinkled with small villages ; for a considerable distance . round , indeed nowhere near , except in the town of Arles , was there a house of any consequence the proximity of ...
... round was covered with olive - grounds and vineyards , and sprinkled with small villages ; for a considerable distance . round , indeed nowhere near , except in the town of Arles , was there a house of any consequence the proximity of ...
34. oldal
... round was exposed to her view . It was a gay scene , where all the rich gifts of generous nature were spread out at large . The green foliage of the vine covered all the slopes , and olive - grounds with their white leaves glistening in ...
... round was exposed to her view . It was a gay scene , where all the rich gifts of generous nature were spread out at large . The green foliage of the vine covered all the slopes , and olive - grounds with their white leaves glistening in ...
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91. oldal - 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.
583. oldal - Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
578. oldal - Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young, Although she knows my days are past the best, Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue: On both sides thus is simple truth suppress'd.
269. oldal - I do remember him at Clement's Inn, like a man made after supper of a cheese-paring : when he was naked, he was, for all the world, like a forked radish, with a head fantastically carved upon it with a knife...
231. oldal - What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
479. oldal - AT evening time, let there be light ; ' Life's little day draws near its close ; Around me fall the shades of night, The night of death, the grave's repose ; To crown my joys, to end my woes, At evening time, let there be light.
420. oldal - Nora's gown for me, That floats as wild as mountain breezes, Leaving every beauty free To sink or swell as Heaven pleases. Yes, my Nora Creina, dear, My simple, graceful Nora Creina, Nature's dress Is loveliness — The dress you wear, my Nora Creina.
485. oldal - In a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy brook, Thy bubblings ne'er remember Apollo's summer look ; But with a sweet forgetting, They stay their crystal fretting, Never, never petting About the frozen time. Ah ! would 'twere so with many A gentle girl and boy! But were there ever any Writhed not at passed joy? To know the change and feel it, When there is none to heal it Nor numbed sense to steal it — Was never said in rhyme.
318. oldal - You know I love a country life, and here we have it in perfection. I am roused in the morning with the chirping of sparrows, the cooing of pigeons, the lowing of kine, the bleating of sheep, and, to complete the concert, the grunting of swine and neighing of horses. We have a. mighty pleasant garden and orchard, and...
372. oldal - To give a Pic-nic party a fair chance of success, it must be .almost impromptu : projected at twelve o'clock at night at the earliest, executed at twelve o'clock of the following day at the latest ; and even then the odds are 'fearfully against it. The climate of England is not remarkable for knowing its own mind ; nor is the weather