The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction, Том 16J. Limbird, 1830 |
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... tell you that ; look forward , Mr. Cringle -look there ; what do your books say to that ? " I looked forth , and saw , at the ex- treme end of the jib - boom , what I had read of , certainly , but never expected to see , a pale ...
... tell you that ; look forward , Mr. Cringle -look there ; what do your books say to that ? " I looked forth , and saw , at the ex- treme end of the jib - boom , what I had read of , certainly , but never expected to see , a pale ...
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... tell you that the archbishop was a great miser , and hard- hearted , and that when he extended his . hand , it was to bless , not to give ; and that during his government it came to pass that a great famine spread through all the ...
... tell you that the archbishop was a great miser , and hard- hearted , and that when he extended his . hand , it was to bless , not to give ; and that during his government it came to pass that a great famine spread through all the ...
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... tell us how we may be buried in our survivors ' . To be read by bare in scriptions , like many in Gruter ; to hope for eternity by any metrical epi- thets , or first letters of our names ; to be studied by antiquaries who we were , and ...
... tell us how we may be buried in our survivors ' . To be read by bare in scriptions , like many in Gruter ; to hope for eternity by any metrical epi- thets , or first letters of our names ; to be studied by antiquaries who we were , and ...
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... tell ; When our hearts bloom'd like purple clouds , On which the sunset fell . That homely voice - it welcom'd me To lonely trees and streams , Where thine Elysian lute dissolv'd My cares in pleasant dreams . That sacred voice - its ...
... tell ; When our hearts bloom'd like purple clouds , On which the sunset fell . That homely voice - it welcom'd me To lonely trees and streams , Where thine Elysian lute dissolv'd My cares in pleasant dreams . That sacred voice - its ...
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... Tell not how deeply I mourn'd and repented , Ere my crush'd spirit found calmness in death , Free on my turf , when the spring is returning , Leave thou the bird of the desert to breed ; There , when the red beam of summer is burning ...
... Tell not how deeply I mourn'd and repented , Ere my crush'd spirit found calmness in death , Free on my turf , when the spring is returning , Leave thou the bird of the desert to breed ; There , when the red beam of summer is burning ...
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Сторінка 237 - It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that I wrote the last lines of the last page, in a summer-house in my garden. After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent.
Сторінка 251 - The castled crag of Drachenfels Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine...
Сторінка 423 - Ah! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth, Of all sweet sounds the life and element!
Сторінка 138 - Year. When I considered the Fragrancy of the Walks and Bowers, with the Choirs of Birds that sung upon the Trees, and the loose Tribe of People that walked under their Shades, I could not but look upon the Place as a kind of Mahometan Paradise.
Сторінка 412 - THREE Poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. The first in loftiness of thought surpassed; The next in majesty •, In both the last. The force of Nature could no further go ; To make a third, she joined the former two.
Сторінка 417 - ... and each was ambitious of surmounting the arduous task. But, when they arrived at the swelling, it jutted out so in their way, and was so far beyond their grasp, that the most daring lads were awed, and acknowledged the undertaking to be too hazardous. So the ravens built on, nest upon nest, in perfect security, till the fatal day arrived in which the wood was to be levelled. It was in the month of February) when those birds usually sit.
Сторінка 111 - There is no antidote against the opium of time, which temporally considereth all things : our fathers find their graves in our short memories, and sadly tell us how we may be buried in our survivors.
Сторінка 236 - It was at Rome, on the 15th of October 1764, as I sat musing amidst the ruins of the Capitol, while the bare-footed friars were singing vespers in the Temple of Jupiter, that the idea of writing the decline and fall of the city first started to my mind.
Сторінка 112 - Who knows whether the best of men be known, or whether there be not more remarkable persons forgot, than any that stand remembered in the known account of time...
Сторінка 89 - Mrs Hicks and her daughter, aged nine, were hanged at Huntingdon for selling their souls to the devil, and raising a storm by pulling off their stockings, and making a lather of soap ! With this crowning atrocity, the catalogue of murders in England closes.