Select Reviews, and Spirit of the Foreign Magazines, Zväzok 2Enos Bronson Hopkins and Earle, 1809 |
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... Turn the neck of the goose tothrough ten editions . wards you , and cut the whole breast in And now , reader , prepare yourself long slices from one wing to another ; for a lecture on carving . “ Some but only remove them as you help ...
... Turn the neck of the goose tothrough ten editions . wards you , and cut the whole breast in And now , reader , prepare yourself long slices from one wing to another ; for a lecture on carving . “ Some but only remove them as you help ...
Strana 5
... turn inwards at the joint , which you must endeavour to hit and not to break by force . When both legs are taken off , there is a fine collop on each side the back ” [ we all love a slice from poor puss ; -This is indeed the hare and ...
... turn inwards at the joint , which you must endeavour to hit and not to break by force . When both legs are taken off , there is a fine collop on each side the back ” [ we all love a slice from poor puss ; -This is indeed the hare and ...
Strana 6
... turn up his fish - cruets one by one , and find that they resemble the pitchers of the Belides . His cham- pagne is a copartnership of tar - water and treacle , and his lobster - sauce is so alarmingly congealed as to be fit- ter for ...
... turn up his fish - cruets one by one , and find that they resemble the pitchers of the Belides . His cham- pagne is a copartnership of tar - water and treacle , and his lobster - sauce is so alarmingly congealed as to be fit- ter for ...
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... turning the leaves of considered as a kind of overgrown the volume backward and forward , amphigouri , a heterogeneous combiwhen the following passage , in a nation of events , which , pretending short note “ to the Reader , " caught to ...
... turning the leaves of considered as a kind of overgrown the volume backward and forward , amphigouri , a heterogeneous combiwhen the following passage , in a nation of events , which , pretending short note “ to the Reader , " caught to ...
Strana 9
... turns sick as he is running after “ the Capadilger Keayassa , ” respect for something that she digniand dies in a ditch . See vol . iii . p . 143 . fies with the name of Nature , which , Printer's Devil . it seems , governs the world ...
... turns sick as he is running after “ the Capadilger Keayassa , ” respect for something that she digniand dies in a ditch . See vol . iii . p . 143 . fies with the name of Nature , which , Printer's Devil . it seems , governs the world ...
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Strana 195 - The meek intelligence of those dear eyes (Blest be the art that can immortalize, The art that baffles Time's tyrannic claim To quench it) here shines on me still the same.
Strana 169 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Strana 195 - RECEIPT OF MY MOTHER'S PICTURE OUT OF NORFOLK, THE GIFT OF MY COUSIN, ANN BODHAM. OH that those lips had language ! Life has passed With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, 'Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away!
Strana viii - I' the presence He would say untruths; .and be ever double, Both in his words and meaning : He was never, But where he meant to ruin, pitiful...
Strana 170 - In the day-time they had the range of a hall, and at night retired each to his own bed, never intruding into that of another. Puss grew presently familiar, would leap into my lap, raise himself upon his hinder feet, and bite the hair from my temples.
Strana 231 - But hark, the trump ! — to-morrow thou In glory's fires shalt dry thy tears : Ev'n from the land of shadows now My father's awful ghost appears Amidst the clouds that round us roll ; He bids my soul for battle thirst, He bids me dry the last — the first — The only tears that ever burst From Outalissi's soul ; Because I may not stain with grief The death-song of an Indian chief.
Strana 94 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Strana 231 - And by my side, in battle true, A thousand warriors drew the shaft? Ah ! there in desolation cold The desert serpent dwells alone, Where grass o'ergrows each mouldering bone, And stones themselves to ruin grown, Like me, are death-like old : Then seek we not their camp — for there The silence dwells of my despair.
Strana 18 - Their groves o' sweet myrtle let foreign lands reckon, Where bright-beaming summers exalt the perfume ; Far dearer to me yon lone glen o' green breckan, Wi' the burn stealing under the lang yellow broom. Far dearer to me are yon humble broom bowers, Where the bluebell and gowan lurk lowly unseen : For there, lightly tripping amang the wild flowers, A-listening the linnet, aft wanders my Jean. Tho...
Strana 14 - I have some favourite flowers in spring, among which are the mountain-daisy, the hare-bell, the fox-glove, the wild brier-rose, the budding birch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I view and hang over with particular delight.