The London Magazine, Том 6Baldwin, Cradock, and Joy, 1822 |
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... tion as the most correct and splendid exhibition ever produced on the Bri- tish stage . " The British stage !! Thirty , fifty , eighty representations are insufficient to satisfy the admi- ration of this most admiring public , and then ...
... tion as the most correct and splendid exhibition ever produced on the Bri- tish stage . " The British stage !! Thirty , fifty , eighty representations are insufficient to satisfy the admi- ration of this most admiring public , and then ...
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... tion tried : it was found wanting ; and after undergoing the process of dam- nation sundry times , it was finally withdrawn . * Having given a short history of the rise of this modern addition to the legitimate drama , it remains for me ...
... tion tried : it was found wanting ; and after undergoing the process of dam- nation sundry times , it was finally withdrawn . * Having given a short history of the rise of this modern addition to the legitimate drama , it remains for me ...
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... tion . I cast my eyes around , in hopes of seeing some person who could give me some information of my situation , and of the means by which I was placed in it -- but no one was visible . My next thought was to rise and seek out the ...
... tion . I cast my eyes around , in hopes of seeing some person who could give me some information of my situation , and of the means by which I was placed in it -- but no one was visible . My next thought was to rise and seek out the ...
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... tion - and despairing of success in his intercession , he threw himself into a chair , pulled it to the head of the table , laid aside his cap , and spread forth his hands like one ready to bless the savoury morsel before him . The ...
... tion - and despairing of success in his intercession , he threw himself into a chair , pulled it to the head of the table , laid aside his cap , and spread forth his hands like one ready to bless the savoury morsel before him . The ...
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... tion of images , troublesome to be disentangled , put in place , and la- belled , is usually , and absurdly termed the act of forgetfulness ; be- cause the said forgetfulness proceeds not from action but its mathematical reverse , all ...
... tion of images , troublesome to be disentangled , put in place , and la- belled , is usually , and absurdly termed the act of forgetfulness ; be- cause the said forgetfulness proceeds not from action but its mathematical reverse , all ...
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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 ?