The New Monthly Magazine, and Literary Journal, Том 5Oliver Everett, 1823 |
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... delight from the circle of terms and returns , and whether sessions and circuits are not sources of content , increasing in vivacity in proportion as their successive repetitions produce a greater certainty and force in the circulation ...
... delight from the circle of terms and returns , and whether sessions and circuits are not sources of content , increasing in vivacity in proportion as their successive repetitions produce a greater certainty and force in the circulation ...
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... delight to every member of the fire - side . Here , however , I must pause to censure a bad habit in which you indulge , of anticipating the amusement of the month , by a regular program ( that is a nice new word I have just imported ...
... delight to every member of the fire - side . Here , however , I must pause to censure a bad habit in which you indulge , of anticipating the amusement of the month , by a regular program ( that is a nice new word I have just imported ...
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... delight , into the laps of their chuckling parents on the seat behind . Magnificent prospectuses from divers new Utopian Magazines . Bellman and lamplighter run up the sides of Parnassus . A great issuing of orders to tailors on the ...
... delight , into the laps of their chuckling parents on the seat behind . Magnificent prospectuses from divers new Utopian Magazines . Bellman and lamplighter run up the sides of Parnassus . A great issuing of orders to tailors on the ...
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... delight ? There were the boasts of sculpture , the Medicean Venus , the Boxers , the Faun , the Apollino -all very natural , in features and attitude as expressive as marble can be ; but they gave me no pleasure . They excited not one ...
... delight ? There were the boasts of sculpture , the Medicean Venus , the Boxers , the Faun , the Apollino -all very natural , in features and attitude as expressive as marble can be ; but they gave me no pleasure . They excited not one ...
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... delight to abandon themselves to pleasures in which there is no waste of thought . Can any thing more completely childish be imagined than Dean Swift driving his friends the Sheridans before him through all the rooms of the deanery ? So ...
... delight to abandon themselves to pleasures in which there is no waste of thought . Can any thing more completely childish be imagined than Dean Swift driving his friends the Sheridans before him through all the rooms of the deanery ? So ...
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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.