The Republic of Letters: A Weekly Republication of Standard Literature, Том 3Published for the proprietors, 1835 |
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... churches , streets gone to decay - where Ro- somond's pond stood - the mulberry gardens - and the Conduit in Cheap - with many a pleasant an- ecdote , derived from paternal tradition , of those grotesque figures which Hogarth has ...
... churches , streets gone to decay - where Ro- somond's pond stood - the mulberry gardens - and the Conduit in Cheap - with many a pleasant an- ecdote , derived from paternal tradition , of those grotesque figures which Hogarth has ...
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... thou didst chant that song sung by Amiens to the ban- ished Duke , which proclaims the winter wind more lenient than for a man to be ungrateful . Thy sire was old surly M , the unapproachable church- | house ESSAYS OF ELIA . 3.
... thou didst chant that song sung by Amiens to the ban- ished Duke , which proclaims the winter wind more lenient than for a man to be ungrateful . Thy sire was old surly M , the unapproachable church- | house ESSAYS OF ELIA . 3.
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... Church reverend quadrangle , I can be content to pass for nothing short of a Seraphic Doctor . The walks at these times are so much one's own , -- the tall trees of Christ's , the groves of Mag- dalen ! The halls deserted , and with ...
... Church reverend quadrangle , I can be content to pass for nothing short of a Seraphic Doctor . The walks at these times are so much one's own , -- the tall trees of Christ's , the groves of Mag- dalen ! The halls deserted , and with ...
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... church , and trees , and faces ! How I would wake weeping , and in the anguish of my heart exclaim upon sweet Calne in Wiltshire ! To this late hour of my life , I trace impressions left by the recollection of those friendless holydays ...
... church , and trees , and faces ! How I would wake weeping , and in the anguish of my heart exclaim upon sweet Calne in Wiltshire ! To this late hour of my life , I trace impressions left by the recollection of those friendless holydays ...
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... church which those fathers watered . The manners of M. at school , though firm , were mild , and unassuming . Next to M. ( if not senior to him ) was Richards , author of the Aboriginal Britons , the most spirited of the Oxford Prize ...
... church which those fathers watered . The manners of M. at school , though firm , were mild , and unassuming . Next to M. ( if not senior to him ) was Richards , author of the Aboriginal Britons , the most spirited of the Oxford Prize ...
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Сторінка 30 - Like one that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And, having once turned round, walks on, And turns no more his head; Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Сторінка 55 - Father, the pig, the pig, do come and taste how nice the burnt pig eats." The ears of Ho-ti tingled with horror. He cursed his son, and he cursed himself that ever he should beget a son that should eat burnt pig.
Сторінка 56 - He must be roasted. I am not ignorant that our ancestors ate them seethed or boiled, but what a sacrifice of the exterior tegument ! There is no flavour comparable, I will contend, to that of the crisp, tawny, well-watched, not over-roasted crackling...
Сторінка 37 - Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide; There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets and combs its silver wings, And, till prepared for longer flight, Waves in its plumes the various light.
Сторінка 55 - MANKIND, says a Chinese manuscript, which my friend M. was obliging enough to read and explain to me, for the first seventy thousand ages ate their meat raw, clawing or biting it from the living animal, just as they do in Abyssinia to this day. This period is not obscurely hinted at by their great Confucius in the second chapter of his Mundane Mutations, where he designates a kind of golden age by the term Cho-fang, literally the Cooks
Сторінка 37 - What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The nectarine, and curious peach, Into my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Insnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
Сторінка 110 - Bind me, ye woodbines, in your twines ; Curl me about, ye gadding vines ; And oh so close your circles lace, That I may never leave this place...
Сторінка 55 - The manuscript goes on to say, that the art of roasting, or rather broiling, (which I take to be the elder brother,) was accidentally discovered in the manner following. The swineherd, Ho-ti, having gone out into the woods one morning, as his manner was, to collect mast for his hogs, left his cottage in the care of his eldest son Bo-bo, a great lubberly boy, who being fond of playing with fire, as...
Сторінка 45 - ... came to decay, and was nearly pulled down, and all its old ornaments stripped and carried away to the owner's other house, where they were set up, and looked as awkward as if some one were to carry away the old tombs they had seen lately at the abbey, and stick them up in Lady C.'s tawdry gilt drawing-room. Here John smiled, as much as to say, " That would be foolish indeed.
Сторінка 55 - What could it proceed from? — not from the burnt cottage — he had smelt that smell before — indeed this was by no means the first accident of the kind which had occurred through the negligence of this unlucky young firebrand.