The New Monthly Magazine, Том 2E. Littell, 1822 |
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... Poor are the treasures of triumphant Art , And vain the boast of deathless deeds of yore ; Poor is the land that lacks the manly heart To wear his Country in its inmost core , And spurn th ' invader from his native shore . That land is ...
... Poor are the treasures of triumphant Art , And vain the boast of deathless deeds of yore ; Poor is the land that lacks the manly heart To wear his Country in its inmost core , And spurn th ' invader from his native shore . That land is ...
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... poor John ! Puppy . Oh , John Clay ! John Clay ! John Clay ! Clay . Alas ! That ever I was born ! I will not stay by it , For all the tiles in Kilburn . Dame Turfe . Speak , Puppy , what of him ? Puppy . What of Clay ? He hath lost , he ...
... poor John ! Puppy . Oh , John Clay ! John Clay ! John Clay ! Clay . Alas ! That ever I was born ! I will not stay by it , For all the tiles in Kilburn . Dame Turfe . Speak , Puppy , what of him ? Puppy . What of Clay ? He hath lost , he ...
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... called among us the blushing poor . * In all seasons , for thirty years of his life , my father allowed himself no * Pobres vergonzantes . other relaxation , after the fatiguing business of his counting Letters from Spain . 29.
... called among us the blushing poor . * In all seasons , for thirty years of his life , my father allowed himself no * Pobres vergonzantes . other relaxation , after the fatiguing business of his counting Letters from Spain . 29.
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... poor , taking the helpless in his arms , and stooping to such services as even the menials in attendance were often loth to perform . All this he did of his own free will , without the least connexion , public or private , with the ...
... poor , taking the helpless in his arms , and stooping to such services as even the menials in attendance were often loth to perform . All this he did of his own free will , without the least connexion , public or private , with the ...
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... poor , is infallibly plunged into a convent ; if he belongs to the gentry , he is destined to swell the ranks of the secular clergy . " It is true that , in all ages and countries , the leading events of human life , are inseparably ...
... poor , is infallibly plunged into a convent ; if he belongs to the gentry , he is destined to swell the ranks of the secular clergy . " It is true that , in all ages and countries , the leading events of human life , are inseparably ...
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Сторінка 60 - Yet simple Nature to his hope has given, Behind the cloud-topt hill, an humbler heaven; Some safer world in depth of woods embraced, Some happier island in the watery waste, Where slaves once more their native land behold, No fiends torment, no Christians thirst for gold. To Be, contents his natural desire, He asks no Angel's wing, no Seraph's fire; But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company.
Сторінка 478 - Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place: The white-washed wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnished clock that clicked behind the door: The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day...
Сторінка 212 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Сторінка 128 - Or doffed thine own to let Queen Dido pass, Or held, by Solomon's own invitation, A torch at the great temple's dedication. I need not ask thee if that hand, when...
Сторінка 129 - And standest undecayed within our presence, Thou wilt hear nothing till the Judgment morning, When the great Trump shall thrill thee with its warning! Why should this worthless tegument endure, If its undying guest be lost for ever ? O let us keep the soul embalmed and pure In living virtue ; that, when both must sever.
Сторінка 128 - How the world looked when it was fresh and young, And the great Deluge still had left it green — Or was it then so old, that History's pages Contained no record of its early ages ? Still silent, incommunicative elf ? Art sworn to secrecy...
Сторінка 166 - Their breath is agitation, and their life A storm whereon they ride, to sink at last, And yet so nursed and bigoted to strife, That should their days surviving perils past, Melt to calm twilight, they feel overcast With sorrow and supineness, and so die; Even as a flame unfed, which runs to waste With its own flickering, or a sword laid by, Which...
Сторінка 174 - It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Сторінка 441 - Thou shalt ° not muzzle the ox when he treadeth out the corn.
Сторінка 60 - Lo, the poor Indian! whose untutored mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind: His soul, proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk or Milky Way: Yet simple Nature to his hope has given. Behind the cloud-topt hill, an humbler heaven...