The New Monthly Magazine, and Literary Journal, Том 5Oliver Everett, 1823 |
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... Italy to Spain 514 The Last of the O'Neils 515 The Statue of a Funeral Genius 521 The Classics and Romantics 522 Sonnet from Petrarch Printed by Mistake The Birds Release at the Grave 528 · 529 532 The Diver a Ballad , translated from ...
... Italy to Spain 514 The Last of the O'Neils 515 The Statue of a Funeral Genius 521 The Classics and Romantics 522 Sonnet from Petrarch Printed by Mistake The Birds Release at the Grave 528 · 529 532 The Diver a Ballad , translated from ...
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... Italy , and a part of Germany . On his return to Madrid , he married the Marquis of Ulstariz's daughter ; and shortly afterwards , went back to America , where he arrived at the very moment when his fellow - countrymen , who were ...
... Italy , and a part of Germany . On his return to Madrid , he married the Marquis of Ulstariz's daughter ; and shortly afterwards , went back to America , where he arrived at the very moment when his fellow - countrymen , who were ...
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... Italy " weeping over the poet , is a universal , national sorrow , simply expressed . " All the artists of Rome , " says Forsyth , " yield the palm to Canova ; yet here he is admired only as the sculptor of the Graces . " - " Some ...
... Italy " weeping over the poet , is a universal , national sorrow , simply expressed . " All the artists of Rome , " says Forsyth , " yield the palm to Canova ; yet here he is admired only as the sculptor of the Graces . " - " Some ...
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... and Lords think of an Italian tourist visiting them , and then inquiring , and publishing to the world , who were their sires and grandsires , and how they became men of rank to strike a man when down . Is it not Studio of Canova . 31.
... and Lords think of an Italian tourist visiting them , and then inquiring , and publishing to the world , who were their sires and grandsires , and how they became men of rank to strike a man when down . Is it not Studio of Canova . 31.
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... Italian lady which was hanged on Thursday last ! ' - ( Seemeth it that this misfortuned woman was the leman of the Italian ambassador , whom having in a passion of jealousy stabbed , she was judged therefore , and suffered the death at ...
... Italian lady which was hanged on Thursday last ! ' - ( Seemeth it that this misfortuned woman was the leman of the Italian ambassador , whom having in a passion of jealousy stabbed , she was judged therefore , and suffered the death at ...
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Сторінка 471 - Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world dreaming on things to come, Can yet the lease of my true love control, Suppos'd as forfeit to a confin'd doom.
Сторінка 471 - In me. thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west ; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
Сторінка 243 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed: Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face; That makes simplicity a grace ; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Сторінка 470 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Сторінка 227 - O, welcome, pure-eyed Faith, white-handed Hope, Thou hovering angel girt with golden wings, And thou unblemished form of Chastity!
Сторінка 472 - O father, what a hell of witchcraft lies In the small orb of one particular tear! But with the inundation of the eyes What rocky heart to water will not wear?
Сторінка 227 - With that same vaunted name, Virginity. Beauty is Nature's coin; must not be hoarded, But must be current; and the good thereof Consists in mutual and partaken bliss, Unsavoury in th
Сторінка 435 - Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins : thy neck is as a tower of ivory. Thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bath-rabbim : thy nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looketh toward Damascus.
Сторінка 471 - ... basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace: Even so my sun one early morn did shine With all-triumphant splendour on my brow; But, out, alack!
Сторінка 471 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.