The New Monthly Magazine and HumoristHenry Colburn, 1848 |
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... morning meal , which it is the next personal duty of our dandy to despatch , is probably light and simple , as with the Greeks , and early Romans , and all the nations of former times of whom we know any thing certain . A few vegetables ...
... morning meal , which it is the next personal duty of our dandy to despatch , is probably light and simple , as with the Greeks , and early Romans , and all the nations of former times of whom we know any thing certain . A few vegetables ...
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... morning about the beginning of the year 18- , as I was seated at breakfast , leisurely discussing my muffins and coffee while my eye wandered over the pages of the metrical version of " Le Roman du Saint- Graal , " then only just ...
... morning about the beginning of the year 18- , as I was seated at breakfast , leisurely discussing my muffins and coffee while my eye wandered over the pages of the metrical version of " Le Roman du Saint- Graal , " then only just ...
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... morning was also placed at her service , when we either walked in the parks , or beguiled a few hours at the British Museum , Westminster Abbey , the Museum of Economic Geology , or some other equally lively place of amusement ; so that ...
... morning was also placed at her service , when we either walked in the parks , or beguiled a few hours at the British Museum , Westminster Abbey , the Museum of Economic Geology , or some other equally lively place of amusement ; so that ...
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... morning drew on that , having removed the book , I fell into a sound slumber , though not so sound as to prevent me from dreaming . Το say the truth , as nearly as I can guess , about half - past eight , A.M. , I was in the act of ...
... morning drew on that , having removed the book , I fell into a sound slumber , though not so sound as to prevent me from dreaming . Το say the truth , as nearly as I can guess , about half - past eight , A.M. , I was in the act of ...
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... morning , when the cattle wind leisurely along the foot - path , every blade of grass glittering with dew , every leaf of the poplar branches blushing with its autumn tints , and the tinkling bell of " The Lady of the Herd , " keeping ...
... morning , when the cattle wind leisurely along the foot - path , every blade of grass glittering with dew , every leaf of the poplar branches blushing with its autumn tints , and the tinkling bell of " The Lady of the Herd , " keeping ...
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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.