The London Magazine, Том 6Baldwin, Cradock, and Joy, 1822 |
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... fair mansion ! The soft air Salutes me with most cool and temperate breath ; And , as I tread , the flower - besprinkled lawn Sends up a cloud of fragrance- and Aulus Didius opens the other play with a description somewhat more ...
... fair mansion ! The soft air Salutes me with most cool and temperate breath ; And , as I tread , the flower - besprinkled lawn Sends up a cloud of fragrance- and Aulus Didius opens the other play with a description somewhat more ...
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... fair sheet spread open before him , the pen freshly nibbed , the inkstand constructed after Mr. Coleridge's newest receipt - his brain throbbing with confused conceptions - his am- bition all on fire to achieve something " which the ...
... fair sheet spread open before him , the pen freshly nibbed , the inkstand constructed after Mr. Coleridge's newest receipt - his brain throbbing with confused conceptions - his am- bition all on fire to achieve something " which the ...
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... fair property ; and he extracts from them , some times with gentle disclaimings and sometimes with awful rapacity , the ornaments as well as the materials ; the sentiment as well as the imagery ; whatever can illustrate a position , or ...
... fair property ; and he extracts from them , some times with gentle disclaimings and sometimes with awful rapacity , the ornaments as well as the materials ; the sentiment as well as the imagery ; whatever can illustrate a position , or ...
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... fair and goodly outside which allures the young enthusiast . Our excessive ad- miration of genius , and its bright and wonderful creations , is greatly mi- tigated , when we learn the hard conditions to which it is subjected . And even ...
... fair and goodly outside which allures the young enthusiast . Our excessive ad- miration of genius , and its bright and wonderful creations , is greatly mi- tigated , when we learn the hard conditions to which it is subjected . And even ...
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... Fair ? - No : -two at the Show - box Royal , Drury Lane , -Old Drury , -Garrick's Drury , -Sheridan's Drury- ( " Any body's Violante , every body's Vio- lante " ) ; - and three at the Show- box Royal , Covent Garden ! † Now as the ...
... Fair ? - No : -two at the Show - box Royal , Drury Lane , -Old Drury , -Garrick's Drury , -Sheridan's Drury- ( " Any body's Violante , every body's Vio- lante " ) ; - and three at the Show- box Royal , Covent Garden ! † Now as the ...
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Сторінка 243 - Again he felt and fumbled at the pig. It did not burn him so much now ; still, he licked his fingers from a sort of habit. The truth at length broke into his slow understanding that it was the pig that smelt so, and the pig that tasted so delicious...
Сторінка 244 - Bo-bo, whose scent was wonderfully sharpened since morning, soon raked out another pig, and fairly rending it asunder, thrust the lesser half by main force into the fists of Ho-ti, still shouting out, "Eat, eat, eat the burnt pig, Father, only taste— O Lord," with suchlike barbarous ejaculations, cramming all the while as if he would choke.
Сторінка 17 - With fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave : thou shalt not lack The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose ; nor The azured hare-bell, like thy veins ; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...
Сторінка 244 - Bo-bo was strictly enjoined not to let the secret escape, for the neighbors would certainly have stoned them for a couple of abominable wretches, who could think of improving upon the good meat which God had sent them. Nevertheless, strange stories got about. It was observed that Ho-ti's cottage was burnt down now more frequently than ever. Nothing but fires from this time forward.
Сторінка 245 - O call it not fat! but an indefinable sweetness growing up to it — the tender blossoming of fat — fat cropped in the bud — taken in the shoot — in the first innocence — the cream and quintessence of the child-pig's yet pure food — the lean, no lean, but a kind of animal manna — or, rather, fat and lean (if it must be so) so blended and running into each other, that both together make but one ambrosian result or common substance. Behold him while he is ' doing' — it seemeth rather...
Сторінка 244 - People built slighter and slighter every day, until it was feared that the very science of architecture would in no long time be lost to the world.
Сторінка 246 - I made him a present of the whole cake. I walked on a little, buoyed up, as one is on such occasions, with a sweet soothing of self-satisfaction; but before I had got to the end of the bridge my better feelings returned, and I burst into tears, thinking how ungrateful I had been to my good aunt, to go and give her good gift away to a stranger that I had never seen before, and who might be a bad man for aught I knew; and then I thought of the pleasure my aunt would be taking in thinking that I (I...
Сторінка 34 - But where a book is at once both good and rare, where the individual is almost the species, and when that perishes, We know not where is that Promethean torch That can its light relumine...
Сторінка 35 - Shall I be thought fantastical if I confess that the names of some of our poets sound sweeter, and have a finer relish to the ear — to mine, at least — than that of Milton or of Shakspeare?
Сторінка 246 - Whether, supposing that the flavour of a pig who obtained his death by whipping (per flagellationem extremam) superadded a pleasure upon the palate of a man more intense than any possible suffering we can conceive in the animal, is man justified in using that method of putting the animal to death ?