The Monthly review. New and improved ser, 29. kötet1799 |
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33. oldal
... passed near to their coast , have thought it unsafe to stop , or to search for a port ; we cannot but admire the spirit manifested in undertaking , with only a single trading vessel , an enterprise which has been esteemed so hazardous ...
... passed near to their coast , have thought it unsafe to stop , or to search for a port ; we cannot but admire the spirit manifested in undertaking , with only a single trading vessel , an enterprise which has been esteemed so hazardous ...
41. oldal
... passed , with the author's journal , we find that his account is not yet completed . As , however , if we be rightly informed , there is little probability of any additional volume being speedily published , we shall here subjoin a few ...
... passed , with the author's journal , we find that his account is not yet completed . As , however , if we be rightly informed , there is little probability of any additional volume being speedily published , we shall here subjoin a few ...
71. oldal
... passing some part of every summer at his parish in the country . He died in the 66th year of his age , at the British Museum , 25th January 1795 . His collections of books , coins , & c . were sold at an auction which continued one ...
... passing some part of every summer at his parish in the country . He died in the 66th year of his age , at the British Museum , 25th January 1795 . His collections of books , coins , & c . were sold at an auction which continued one ...
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... passing obliquely through the lake , they extend on the cast to Lascise , from hence across to St. Giocomo ; from this place they run through a space of territory , 18,000 feet in length , along the left banks of the Adige , to Porto ...
... passing obliquely through the lake , they extend on the cast to Lascise , from hence across to St. Giocomo ; from this place they run through a space of territory , 18,000 feet in length , along the left banks of the Adige , to Porto ...
155. oldal
... passed the winter in a torpid state , the difficulty of allowing that oxygen , which demands . so quick a supply of the substance affording it in respiration , should suddenly change its nature , and become stationary in the fibres of ...
... passed the winter in a torpid state , the difficulty of allowing that oxygen , which demands . so quick a supply of the substance affording it in respiration , should suddenly change its nature , and become stationary in the fibres of ...
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205. oldal - tis a dull and endless strife: Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music! on my life, There's more of wisdom in it. And hark! how blithe the throstle sings! He, too, is no mean preacher: Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your Teacher.
201. oldal - First named these notes a melancholy strain. And many a poet echoes the conceit ; Poet who hath been building up the rhyme When he had better far have stretched his limbs Beside a brook in mossy forest-dell, By sun or moon-light, to the influxes Of shapes and sounds and shifting elements Surrendering his whole spirit...
201. oldal - Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes, As he were fearful that an April night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music...
200. oldal - No cloud, no relique of the sunken day Distinguishes the West, no long thin slip Of sullen light, no obscure trembling hues. Come, we will rest on this old mossy bridge ! You see the glimmer of the stream beneath, But hear no murmuring : it flows silently, O'er its soft bed of verdure. All is still, A balmy night ! and though the stars be dim, Yet let us think upon the vernal showers That gladden the green earth, and we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars. And hark ! the Nightingale...
202. oldal - Full fain it would delay me! My dear babe, Who, capable of no articulate sound, Mars all things with his imitative lisp, How he would place his hand beside his ear, His little hand, the small forefinger up, And bid us listen!
420. oldal - Firm-paced and slow, a horrid front they form, Still as the breeze, but dreadful as the storm; Low murmuring sounds along their banners fly, Revenge, or death...
200. oldal - But hear no murmuring: it flows silently, O'er its soft bed of verdure. All is still, A balmy night! and though the stars be dim, Yet let us think upon the vernal showers That gladden the green earth, and we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars. And hark! the Nightingale begins its song, 'Most musical, most melancholy
204. oldal - The sun, above the mountain's head, A freshening lustre mellow Through all the long green fields has spread, His first sweet evening yellow. Books ! 'tis a dull and endless strife : Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music ! on my life, There's more of wisdom in it.
205. oldal - One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can. Sweet is the lore which Nature brings ; Our meddling intellect Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things : — We murder to dissect. Enough of Science and of Art ; Close up those barren leaves ; Come forth, and bring with you a heart That watches and receives.
41. oldal - We join no feeling and attach no form! As if the soldier died without a wound; As if the fibres of this godlike frame Were gored without a pang...