Monthly Review; Or New Literary JournalRalph Griffiths, George Edward Griffiths R. Griffiths., 1820 Editors: May 1749-Sept. 1803, Ralph Griffiths; Oct. 1803-Apr. 1825, G. E. Griffiths. |
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... Heart , 375 Russell's Poems , 210 Orientalist , a Tale , 321 Origin and Proceedings of Agricultural Associations , 434 Orphan Girl , 219 S P Sæculomastix , a Poem , 73 Saint George's Fields , Sketches from , 209 213 432 Saint Donat ...
... Heart , 375 Russell's Poems , 210 Orientalist , a Tale , 321 Origin and Proceedings of Agricultural Associations , 434 Orphan Girl , 219 S P Sæculomastix , a Poem , 73 Saint George's Fields , Sketches from , 209 213 432 Saint Donat ...
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... heart . Oh ! she was all that nature ever formed To feed the ravish'd eye , and fill the soul . With wonder and delight mankind beheld her . Fresh as the lily , on the mountain's side , She bloom'd in vestal purity . Till a vile worm ...
... heart . Oh ! she was all that nature ever formed To feed the ravish'd eye , and fill the soul . With wonder and delight mankind beheld her . Fresh as the lily , on the mountain's side , She bloom'd in vestal purity . Till a vile worm ...
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... heart will something say . ' The following is more original , and , we think , pretty : From the green waving corn , The lark spreads his wings ; And hails , as he sings , The fresh glow of the morn . With pinions replenish'd , he ...
... heart will something say . ' The following is more original , and , we think , pretty : From the green waving corn , The lark spreads his wings ; And hails , as he sings , The fresh glow of the morn . With pinions replenish'd , he ...
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... heart , that when at last My jaded senses dropt into oblivion , -- I car'd not , if mine eye - lids , as they clos'd , Should ever open on another dawn . But long I slept not ; sudden in mine ear These accents softly whisper'd " Wake ...
... heart , that when at last My jaded senses dropt into oblivion , -- I car'd not , if mine eye - lids , as they clos'd , Should ever open on another dawn . But long I slept not ; sudden in mine ear These accents softly whisper'd " Wake ...
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... heart strike terror more profound , Than a stern father's uncontracting brow , Who , on the altar of his mad ambition , Would offer up his child . - Will you protect me ? ' Raym . Yet pause upon the brink of resolution , Nor in a fit of ...
... heart strike terror more profound , Than a stern father's uncontracting brow , Who , on the altar of his mad ambition , Would offer up his child . - Will you protect me ? ' Raym . Yet pause upon the brink of resolution , Nor in a fit of ...
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Сторінка 194 - Tender-handed stroke a nettle, And it stings you for your pains ; Grasp it like a man of mettle, And it soft as silk remains.
Сторінка 339 - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair ; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
Сторінка 341 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies...
Сторінка 341 - Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store ? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor...
Сторінка 341 - Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on; Not to the sensual ear, but, more endeared, Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone...
Сторінка 339 - She was a Goddess of the infant world; By her in stature the tall Amazon Had stood a pigmy's height: she would have ta'en Achilles by the hair and bent his neck; Or with a finger stay'd Ixion's wheel.
Сторінка 340 - Golden his hair of short Numidian curl, Regal his shape majestic, a vast shade In midst of his own brightness, like the bulk Of Memnon's image at the set of sun To one who travels from the dusking East : Sighs, too, as mournful as that Memnon's harp, He utter'd, while his hands, contemplative, He press'd together, and in silence stood.
Сторінка 125 - Ferdinand' Mendez Pinto was but a type of thee, thou liar of the first magnitude.
Сторінка 341 - To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core ; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer...
Сторінка 95 - Two urns by Jove's high throne have ever stood, The source of evil one, and one of good ; From thence the cup of mortal man he fills, Blessings to these, to those distributes ills ; To most, he mingles both : the wretch decreed To taste the bad, unmix'd, is curst indeed ; Pursued by wrongs, by meagre famine driven, He wanders, outcast both of Earth and Heaven.