Knight's Quarterly Magazine, Том 2Knight, 1824 |
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... beauty , grandeur , and sublimity ! I now perceived that we were safely within the range of the larger stones , and that they almost all fell beyond us ; but we were not in this irruption , therefore in less danger . A dis- charge of ...
... beauty , grandeur , and sublimity ! I now perceived that we were safely within the range of the larger stones , and that they almost all fell beyond us ; but we were not in this irruption , therefore in less danger . A dis- charge of ...
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... beauty , and the essential Attic grace of Xenophon - to a writer from whom nothing is to be learned either of the arts of composition , or of the genius of the Greek language — a writer the avowed enemy of romance and from whom they are ...
... beauty , and the essential Attic grace of Xenophon - to a writer from whom nothing is to be learned either of the arts of composition , or of the genius of the Greek language — a writer the avowed enemy of romance and from whom they are ...
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... beauty ! " Apollonias , the wife of Eumenes , father of Attalus , and a Cyzi- cene by birth , was a woman deserving , on many accounts , to be had in honourable remembrance . She rose from a private station to the dignity of queen ...
... beauty ! " Apollonias , the wife of Eumenes , father of Attalus , and a Cyzi- cene by birth , was a woman deserving , on many accounts , to be had in honourable remembrance . She rose from a private station to the dignity of queen ...
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... beauty , others with their pettiness or their deformity , and many have no de- finable operation on the mind . Nor can this defect ( if we may be allowed the term ) be obviated by arrangement , because the parts of the same object ...
... beauty , others with their pettiness or their deformity , and many have no de- finable operation on the mind . Nor can this defect ( if we may be allowed the term ) be obviated by arrangement , because the parts of the same object ...
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... beauty , who has just entered her box . Alas ! poor England , nothing short of royalty can exact such a tribute from thee ! Now , the first stealing note of the orchestra begins ; they are playing Haydn's Surprise Movement . 4 I have ...
... beauty , who has just entered her box . Alas ! poor England , nothing short of royalty can exact such a tribute from thee ! Now , the first stealing note of the orchestra begins ; they are playing Haydn's Surprise Movement . 4 I have ...
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Сторінка 35 - Hurrah ! the foes are moving ! Hark to the mingled din Of fife and steed, and trump and drum, and roaring culverin ! The fiery Duke is pricking fast across St Andre's plain, With all the hireling chivalry of Guelders and Almayne.
Сторінка 34 - Flemish spears. There rode the brood of false Lorraine, the curses of our land ; And dark Mayenne was in the midst, a truncheon in his hand : And, as we looked on them, we thought of Seine's empurpled flood, And good Coligni's hoary hair all dabbled with his blood ; And we cried unto the living God, who rules the fate of war, To fight for his own holy name, and Henry of Navarre.
Сторінка 450 - You show us Rome was glorious, not profuse, And pompous buildings once were things of use; Yet shall, my lord, your just, your noble rules, Fill half the land with imitating fools ; Who random drawings from your sheets shall take; And of one beauty many blunders make...
Сторінка 325 - Fools! your doublets shone with gold, and your hearts were gay and bold, When you kissed your lily hands to your lemans to-day; And to-morrow shall the fox, from her chambers in the rocks, Lead forth her tawny cubs to howl above the prey. Where be your tongues that late mocked at heaven and hell and fate, And the fingers that once were so busy with your blades, Your perfum'd satin clothes, your catches and your oaths, Your stage-plays and your sonnets, your diamonds and your spades?
Сторінка 382 - It must not be; there is no power in Venice Can alter a decree established: 'Twill be recorded for a precedent, And many an error by the same example Will rush into the state; it cannot be.
Сторінка 301 - That an accursed thing it is to gaze On prosperous tyrants with a dazzled eye...
Сторінка 161 - Thammuz came next behind, Whose annual wound in Lebanon allured The Syrian damsels to lament his fate In amorous ditties all a summer's day, While smooth Adonis from his native rock 450 Ran purple to the sea, supposed with blood Of Thammuz yearly wounded...
Сторінка 216 - Rocks, caves, lakes, fens, bogs, dens, and shades of death — A universe of death ! which God by curse Created evil— for evil only good, Where all life dies, death lives, and nature breeds Perverse, all monstrous, all prodigious things, Abominable, inutterable, and worse Than fables yet have feigned, or fear conceived, Gorgons, and Hydras, and Chimeras dire.
Сторінка 35 - D'Aumale hath cried for quarter. The Flemish count is slain. Their ranks are breaking like thin clouds before a Biscay gale ; The field is heaped with bleeding steeds, and flags, and cloven mail. And then we thought on vengeance, and, all along our van, " Remember St. Bartholomew," was passed from man to man. But out spake gentle Henry, " No Frenchman is my foe : Down, down with every foreigner, but let your brethren go.
Сторінка 35 - Oh, was there ever such a knight, in friendship or in war, As our sovereign lord, King Henry, the soldier of Navarre? Ho ! maidens of Vienna ! Ho ! matrons of Lucerne ! Weep, weep, and rend your hair for those who never shall return ! Ho ! Philip, send for charity thy Mexican pistoles, That Antwerp monks may sing a mass for thy poor spearmen's souls. Ho ! gallant nobles of the League, look that your arms be bright ! Ho ! burghers of St.