The New Monthly Magazine and HumoristHenry Colburn, 1848 |
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... perhaps in his eagerness tossing them on the blue and ornamented alabaster head - pillow where his head has rested the whole night through , his soul luxuriating in the dreams that floated about him . Grave and decorous is his mien ...
... perhaps in his eagerness tossing them on the blue and ornamented alabaster head - pillow where his head has rested the whole night through , his soul luxuriating in the dreams that floated about him . Grave and decorous is his mien ...
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... perhaps in the likeness of Athor , the dearest and most beautiful of the goddesses , brings a mingled sense of religious , personal , and human admiration , as the goddess , himself , or the woman , is the image most regarded . His robe ...
... perhaps in the likeness of Athor , the dearest and most beautiful of the goddesses , brings a mingled sense of religious , personal , and human admiration , as the goddess , himself , or the woman , is the image most regarded . His robe ...
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... perhaps before he has fully risen . Our dandy has messages to send , or visits to pay , or business to attend to at his country - seat or farm , which lies on the banks of the Nile , not far from this city of Thebes in which he dwells ...
... perhaps before he has fully risen . Our dandy has messages to send , or visits to pay , or business to attend to at his country - seat or farm , which lies on the banks of the Nile , not far from this city of Thebes in which he dwells ...
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... Perhaps if not over - stupified by luxury he makes some internal reflection on her treachery ; then turns away thinking that all is good , even an ichneumon's craft , and a decoy - bird's falsehood . The sun shines down through the tall ...
... Perhaps if not over - stupified by luxury he makes some internal reflection on her treachery ; then turns away thinking that all is good , even an ichneumon's craft , and a decoy - bird's falsehood . The sun shines down through the tall ...
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... perhaps more free , more burning in their delights than these . Our dandy is one of this class . Another banquet made up as has been of wine and perfumes and dainty meats , of sweetmeats , flowers , fruits , and vegetables , of music ...
... perhaps more free , more burning in their delights than these . Our dandy is one of this class . Another banquet made up as has been of wine and perfumes and dainty meats , of sweetmeats , flowers , fruits , and vegetables , of music ...
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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.