The New Monthly Magazine, and Literary Journal, Zväzok 5Oliver Everett, 1823 |
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... midst , how- ever , of all its distractions , his strong and ardent imagination anti- cipated the task which the future fortunes of his country might im- pose upon him , and even in his twenty - New Monthly Magazine .
... midst , how- ever , of all its distractions , his strong and ardent imagination anti- cipated the task which the future fortunes of his country might im- pose upon him , and even in his twenty - New Monthly Magazine .
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... imagination , and undermining the memory . One hoaxer in particular is ever prompting me to repeat the same joke which I have recounted to the same people twenty times before , and then bursts out a laughing be- cause nobody else does ...
... imagination , and undermining the memory . One hoaxer in particular is ever prompting me to repeat the same joke which I have recounted to the same people twenty times before , and then bursts out a laughing be- cause nobody else does ...
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... imagination , the awaken- ers of the risible faculties ; and to condemn them because the same happy results may be produced by a more rare and difficult process , is either an exemplification of the fox and the sour grapes , or the ...
... imagination , the awaken- ers of the risible faculties ; and to condemn them because the same happy results may be produced by a more rare and difficult process , is either an exemplification of the fox and the sour grapes , or the ...
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... imagination had conceived , or art accomplished- appealed to a being , sheathed in the impenetrable mail of worldly wis- dom ; 66 sans eyes , sans taste , sans every thing . " Deep thinkers are said to be deep drinkers . I think not ...
... imagination had conceived , or art accomplished- appealed to a being , sheathed in the impenetrable mail of worldly wis- dom ; 66 sans eyes , sans taste , sans every thing . " Deep thinkers are said to be deep drinkers . I think not ...
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... imagination , that it allowed him no repose ; and , in twelve months after the fatal vow that had destroyed his peace , he was borne to the family - vault of the Stocks , leaving behind him half a million sterling , at the disposal of ...
... imagination , that it allowed him no repose ; and , in twelve months after the fatal vow that had destroyed his peace , he was borne to the family - vault of the Stocks , leaving behind him half a million sterling , at the disposal of ...
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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.