The New Monthly Magazine, and Literary Journal, Zväzok 5Oliver Everett, 1823 |
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... leave , subscribing myself your admirer and friend , SKETCH OF THE POLITICAL CAREER OF SIMON BOLIVAR , President of the Republic of Colombia . M. SIMON BOLIVAR , commander - in - chief of the Independent forces of Venezuela , and ...
... leave , subscribing myself your admirer and friend , SKETCH OF THE POLITICAL CAREER OF SIMON BOLIVAR , President of the Republic of Colombia . M. SIMON BOLIVAR , commander - in - chief of the Independent forces of Venezuela , and ...
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... leaving fifteen hundred Royalists at the conqueror's mercy . Monteverde , spite of the humiliating situation in which he was placed , assumed a tone of arrogance which could not fail to hasten the entire defection of the colonies from ...
... leaving fifteen hundred Royalists at the conqueror's mercy . Monteverde , spite of the humiliating situation in which he was placed , assumed a tone of arrogance which could not fail to hasten the entire defection of the colonies from ...
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... leaving Mac Gregor in another province ; he was consequently incapable of sustaining the assault of the Spaniards under Morales , and after an obstinate resistance , in which he lost his best officers , was forced to retreat in disorder ...
... leaving Mac Gregor in another province ; he was consequently incapable of sustaining the assault of the Spaniards under Morales , and after an obstinate resistance , in which he lost his best officers , was forced to retreat in disorder ...
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... leaves its impress with every rotation ; nay the minute - hand makes its mark , though it may not write legibly . Smiles and laughter turn up the ends of the lines and indentations , as melancholy drags them down , turning our sixes ...
... leaves its impress with every rotation ; nay the minute - hand makes its mark , though it may not write legibly . Smiles and laughter turn up the ends of the lines and indentations , as melancholy drags them down , turning our sixes ...
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... leave Rome in that month on some journey of recreation . Latterly he always went to Venice , his native country , and there , at the age of sixty - four , the stroke of death surprised him , originating , some say , in a cold caught ...
... leave Rome in that month on some journey of recreation . Latterly he always went to Venice , his native country , and there , at the age of sixty - four , the stroke of death surprised him , originating , some say , in a cold caught ...
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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.