The New Monthly Magazine and HumoristHenry Colburn, 1848 |
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... land which brought forth such enduring mementos of its majesty , should have also cradled children whose sole existence was a gentle vanity , whose worst sin was folly , whose highest virtue was harmlessness from their very weakness ...
... land which brought forth such enduring mementos of its majesty , should have also cradled children whose sole existence was a gentle vanity , whose worst sin was folly , whose highest virtue was harmlessness from their very weakness ...
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... land which was supreme in the earth , one of a race which the gods loved to the exclusion of all foreign and polluted brethren . Bright thoughts are they which fleet through his mind as the clear water slowly trickles round ! And now ...
... land which was supreme in the earth , one of a race which the gods loved to the exclusion of all foreign and polluted brethren . Bright thoughts are they which fleet through his mind as the clear water slowly trickles round ! And now ...
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... land - owner that he is ! He knows infinitely more of precious stones , and fine linen , and handsome women , than he does of the rougher details of a farm - yard . Having given his orders slowly and deliberately he prepares to visit ...
... land - owner that he is ! He knows infinitely more of precious stones , and fine linen , and handsome women , than he does of the rougher details of a farm - yard . Having given his orders slowly and deliberately he prepares to visit ...
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... land and faith and climate do feel , be she loveliest dancer or sweetest songstress of the choir whom to love with devotion would be a stain on his gallantry , be she high or low , rich or poor , patrician or plebeian , he were no true ...
... land and faith and climate do feel , be she loveliest dancer or sweetest songstress of the choir whom to love with devotion would be a stain on his gallantry , be she high or low , rich or poor , patrician or plebeian , he were no true ...
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... land where wealth alone has power Where honour , worth , and genius , but decay- Or live the idol of the fleeting hour , Let us go forth - from hence - far , far away . Let us go forth ! I know no ties are stronger Than those which bind ...
... land where wealth alone has power Where honour , worth , and genius , but decay- Or live the idol of the fleeting hour , Let us go forth - from hence - far , far away . Let us go forth ! I know no ties are stronger Than those which bind ...
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Сторінка 542 - The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself; * Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like the baseless fabric of a vision, Leave not a wreck behind.
Сторінка 330 - replies a pamper'd goose : And just as short of reason he must fall, Who thinks all made for one, not one for all.
Сторінка 333 - They that go down to the sea in ships, and do business in great waters, These see the works of the Lord, and his wonders in the deep.
Сторінка 111 - Its touches of beauty should never be halfway, thereby making the reader breathless, instead of content. The rise, the progress, the setting of Imagery should, like the sun, come natural to him, shine over him, and set soberly, although in magnificence, leaving him in the luxury of twilight. But it is easier to think what poetry should be, than to write it— And this leads me to Another axiom— That if poetry comes not as naturally as the leaves to a tree, it had better not come at all...
Сторінка 99 - Then anon the air began to wax clear and the sun to shine fair and bright, the which was right in the Frenchmen's eyes and on the Englishmen's backs. When the Genoese were assembled together and began to approach, they made a great leap and cry to abash the Englishmen, but they stood still and stirred not for all that.
Сторінка 110 - He must first prove that Caliban's poetry is unnatural. This, with me, completely overturns his objections. The fact is, he and Shelley are hurt, and perhaps justly, at my not having showed them the affair officiously; and, from several hints I have had, they appear much disposed to dissect and anatomise any trip or slip I may have made.
Сторінка 115 - Even if my body would recover of itself, this would prevent it. The very thing which I want to live most for will be a great occasion of my death. I cannot help it. Who can help it? Were I in health it would make me ill, and how can I bear it in my state ? I...
Сторінка 111 - I think poetry should surprise by a fine excess, and not by singularity ; it should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance.
Сторінка 109 - I hope soon to be able to resume my work — I have endeavoured to do so once or twice; but to no purpose. Instead of Poetry, I have a swimming in my head and feel all the effects of a Mental debauch, lowness of Spirits, anxiety to go on without the power to do so, which does not at all tend to my ultimate progression.
Сторінка 444 - They downa bide the stink o' powther; Their bauldest thought's a hank'ring swither To stan' or rin, Till skelp — a shot — they're aff, a' throwther, To save their skin. But bring a Scotsman frae his hill, Clap in his cheek a Highland gill, Say, such is royal George's will, An' there's the foe, He has nae thought but how to kill Twa at a blow.