The New Monthly Magazine, and Literary Journal, Zväzok 5Oliver Everett, 1823 |
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... better if it were a shade more " Serious . " One gen- tleman asks for a series of geological essays , one wishes for a paper on the millennium , and another would be delighted to know the meaning of the hieroglyphics on the tomb in the ...
... better if it were a shade more " Serious . " One gen- tleman asks for a series of geological essays , one wishes for a paper on the millennium , and another would be delighted to know the meaning of the hieroglyphics on the tomb in the ...
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... better argument for merriment . ? Alas ! these are not the worst pranks of the horal legion , some of whose more subtle members fly from one chamber of the brain to ano- ther , muddying the current of clear thought , dulling the ...
... better argument for merriment . ? Alas ! these are not the worst pranks of the horal legion , some of whose more subtle members fly from one chamber of the brain to ano- ther , muddying the current of clear thought , dulling the ...
Strana 24
... better bolted . Opening of Vauxhall Gardens , after being for the ninety - ninth time consigned to the woodman's axe : gardens alleged to unite the varieties of Vauxhall with the elegancies of Ranelagh , like the boy's pennyworth of ...
... better bolted . Opening of Vauxhall Gardens , after being for the ninety - ninth time consigned to the woodman's axe : gardens alleged to unite the varieties of Vauxhall with the elegancies of Ranelagh , like the boy's pennyworth of ...
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... better than fasting . Some may not like the flavour of the beverage , but none would think of abusing the caterer who puts upon the table the best liquor that his cellar affords . These sullen stupidities are reserved for an Anti ...
... better than fasting . Some may not like the flavour of the beverage , but none would think of abusing the caterer who puts upon the table the best liquor that his cellar affords . These sullen stupidities are reserved for an Anti ...
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... better . " " I take , " continued Mr. Robert Robertson , " an avuncular interest in all that concerns you ; and I cannot but enter my protest against the grotesque garb in which you have enveloped your person . Dress , nephew , was ...
... better . " " I take , " continued Mr. Robert Robertson , " an avuncular interest in all that concerns you ; and I cannot but enter my protest against the grotesque garb in which you have enveloped your person . Dress , nephew , was ...
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Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 227 - O, welcome, pure-eyed Faith, white-handed Hope, Thou hovering angel girt with golden wings, And thou unblemished form of Chastity!
Strana 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?
Strana 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
Strana 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.
Strana 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!
Strana 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.