The Illuminated Magazine, 2. kötetWilliam James Linton Published for the proprietors, 1844 |
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6. oldal
... leaving his feathered charge to the care of M. St. Evremond . All hope was now heatly gone , and the easy Etherege of ... leave the theatre without knowing who she was , or that he had not traced her to home or dogged her to her lodgings ...
... leaving his feathered charge to the care of M. St. Evremond . All hope was now heatly gone , and the easy Etherege of ... leave the theatre without knowing who she was , or that he had not traced her to home or dogged her to her lodgings ...
10. oldal
... leave the walls of the castle lest they should lose their lives ; and it having been a part of their policy to keep the fortress at all times well pro- visioned in the event of any hostile demonstration , they resigned themselves to ...
... leave the walls of the castle lest they should lose their lives ; and it having been a part of their policy to keep the fortress at all times well pro- visioned in the event of any hostile demonstration , they resigned themselves to ...
11. oldal
... leave the hall . " Bear him company to the gates , my brothers , " said the chief ; " and show him all courtesy ; nor suffer your vow of hospitality to the stranger and the wayfarer to fail you in this case , even although his errand ...
... leave the hall . " Bear him company to the gates , my brothers , " said the chief ; " and show him all courtesy ; nor suffer your vow of hospitality to the stranger and the wayfarer to fail you in this case , even although his errand ...
12. oldal
... leave - looks towards the window at the wea- ther , feeling that something is put into his open palm -bows , smiles , and while one hand is suddenly slipped into his pocket , with the other he tenderly presses the hand of the lady ...
... leave - looks towards the window at the wea- ther , feeling that something is put into his open palm -bows , smiles , and while one hand is suddenly slipped into his pocket , with the other he tenderly presses the hand of the lady ...
22. oldal
... leave your stick . " A seasonable circumstance of common - place , truly , and admirably calculated to moderate exuberant emo- tion ! He surrenders the instrument which , it has been presumed , he might convert to purposes of desecra ...
... leave your stick . " A seasonable circumstance of common - place , truly , and admirably calculated to moderate exuberant emo- tion ! He surrenders the instrument which , it has been presumed , he might convert to purposes of desecra ...
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135. oldal - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may perfect be.
104. oldal - SO now is come our joyful'st feast; Let every man be jolly, Each room with ivy leaves is drest, And every post with holly. Though some churls at our mirth repine, Round your foreheads garlands twine, Drown sorrow in a cup of wine, And let us all be merry. Now, all our neighbours...
294. oldal - Strange cozenage ! None would live past years again, Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain ; And, from the dregs of life, think to receive, What the first sprightly running could not give. I'm tired with waiting for this chemic gold, Which fools us young, and beggars us when old.
61. oldal - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn, That ten day-labourers could not end; Then lies him down, the lubber fiend, And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength; And crop-full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.
294. oldal - Hope's delusive mine,' as Johnson finely says; and I may also quote the celebrated lines of Dryden, equally philosophical and poetical : — When I consider life, 'tis all a cheat, Yet, fooled with hope, men favour the deceit ; Trust on, and think to-morrow will repay ; To-morrow's falser than the former day ; Lies worse ; and, while it says we shall be blest With some new joys, cuts off what we possest.
65. oldal - COMPOSED UPON WESTMINSTER BRIDGE, SEPTEMBER 3, 1802 EARTH has not anything to show more fair : Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty : This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning ; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill ; Ne'er saw I, never felt,...
8. oldal - Immortal Newton never spoke More truth, than here you'll find, Nor Pope himself e'er penn'da joke More cruel on mankind. '' The picture placed the busts between Gives satire its full strength ; Wisdom and Wit are little seen. But Folly at full length.
136. oldal - I loved the man, and do honour to his memory on this side idolatry as much as any.
40. oldal - KIND words can never die ; Cherished and blest, God knows how deep they lie Stored in the breast ; Like childhood's simple rhymes, Said o'er a thousand times — Aye in all years and climes, Distant and near; Kind words can never die, No ! never die.
118. oldal - A bowl alley,' writes the Bishop, ' is the place where there are three things thrown away besides bowls, to wit, time, money, and curses, and the last ten for one.