The New Monthly Magazine and HumoristHenry Colburn, 1848 |
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... poets may say to the con- trary , and fuel is scarce . The genial warmth of his cattle make up to the Lombard boor for the want of fire - side comfort . The household merges into the community ; domestic affection expands into social ...
... poets may say to the con- trary , and fuel is scarce . The genial warmth of his cattle make up to the Lombard boor for the want of fire - side comfort . The household merges into the community ; domestic affection expands into social ...
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... poet ; they are , perhaps , well enough as food for the imagination , but in stern reality they are ugly customers to deal with . Some day I'll relate to you what befel me when a much younger man , and I had the misfortune to be carried ...
... poet ; they are , perhaps , well enough as food for the imagination , but in stern reality they are ugly customers to deal with . Some day I'll relate to you what befel me when a much younger man , and I had the misfortune to be carried ...
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... Poet Pringle appear to have been this author's chief authorities in the relation of our transactions with the Kaffirs , and they have caused him to take perhaps rather a one - sided view of the question , which he seems to admit in the ...
... Poet Pringle appear to have been this author's chief authorities in the relation of our transactions with the Kaffirs , and they have caused him to take perhaps rather a one - sided view of the question , which he seems to admit in the ...
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... poet Guichard wrote the following distich on this charming group : — Sous ce marbre imposteur , toi que Diane attire , Crains le sort d'Acteon , tu vois qu'elle respire . The statue of the baigneuse attested no less strikingly the taste ...
... poet Guichard wrote the following distich on this charming group : — Sous ce marbre imposteur , toi que Diane attire , Crains le sort d'Acteon , tu vois qu'elle respire . The statue of the baigneuse attested no less strikingly the taste ...
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... poets , and painters , and it was with no small pride she read to them such a letter as this , which she had received from the philosopher of Ferney : - " Madame , -M . de la Borde m'a dit que vous lui aviez ordonné de m'embrasser des ...
... poets , and painters , and it was with no small pride she read to them such a letter as this , which she had received from the philosopher of Ferney : - " Madame , -M . de la Borde m'a dit que vous lui aviez ordonné de m'embrasser des ...
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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.