The Court Magazine and Belle Assemblée, Zväzok 6Edward Bull, 1835 |
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... light and almost invisible fence which separates the walk from the drive , place ourselves at that point which we shall choose to designate as " Poet's Corner " -no other or less imaginative title being able duly to express the ...
... light and almost invisible fence which separates the walk from the drive , place ourselves at that point which we shall choose to designate as " Poet's Corner " -no other or less imaginative title being able duly to express the ...
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... light for his attention . He can settle the character of a nation , and hit the colour of a neckcloth , with equal tact and precision . He is equally ambitious and able to shine in the councils which originate the one , and the coteries ...
... light for his attention . He can settle the character of a nation , and hit the colour of a neckcloth , with equal tact and precision . He is equally ambitious and able to shine in the councils which originate the one , and the coteries ...
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... light to guide his footsteps ; he stood per- plexed . He heard the din of many voices , but an intensely black vacuum was before his eyes , which yearned for an object to rest on . Here no dear glimpse of the sun's lovely face Strikes ...
... light to guide his footsteps ; he stood per- plexed . He heard the din of many voices , but an intensely black vacuum was before his eyes , which yearned for an object to rest on . Here no dear glimpse of the sun's lovely face Strikes ...
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... light of heaven partially admitted into this miserable den of licentiousness and bereavement . Our hero now perceived that the walls , if I may so call them , though by nature of an in- tense white , were smoked to such a degree as to ...
... light of heaven partially admitted into this miserable den of licentiousness and bereavement . Our hero now perceived that the walls , if I may so call them , though by nature of an in- tense white , were smoked to such a degree as to ...
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... Light Dragoons . The cortège reached Windsor Park about noon . The body lay in state in one of the rooms of Cumberland Lodge , which was opened to the public till about four o'clock . At eight the body was removed to St. George's Chapel ...
... Light Dragoons . The cortège reached Windsor Park about noon . The body lay in state in one of the rooms of Cumberland Lodge , which was opened to the public till about four o'clock . At eight the body was removed to St. George's Chapel ...
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Strana 233 - The forward violet thus did I chide: Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath ? The purple pride Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dyed.
Strana 58 - Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.
Strana 109 - And purple all the ground with vernal flowers. Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears; Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
Strana 39 - All the traditional accounts of him, the historians of the last age, and its best authors, represent him, as the most incorrupt lawyer, and the honestest statesman ; as a master orator, a genius of the finest taste, and as a patriot of the noblest and most extensive views ; as a man, who dispensed blessings by his life, and planned them for posterity.
Strana 127 - Britain's isle, no matter where, An ancient pile of building stands ; The Huntingdons and Hattons there Employ'd the power of fairy hands To raise the ceiling's fretted height, Each pannel in achievements clothing, Rich windows that exclude the light, And passages, that lead to nothing.
Strana 150 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Strana 127 - Full oft within the spacious walls, When he had fifty winters o'er him, My grave lord-keeper led the brawls ; The seal and maces danced before him. His bushy beard, and shoe-strings green, His high-crown'd hat, and satin doublet, Moved the stout heart of England's queen, Though Pope and Spaniard could not trouble it.
Strana 58 - But we their sons, a pamper'd race of men, Are dwindled down to three-score years and ten. Better to hunt in fields for health unbought, Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught. The wise for cure on exercise depend: God never made His work for man to mend.
Strana 149 - tis too horrible ! The weariest and most loathed worldly life, That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Strana 127 - ... take a row of pins and pull out every one, one after another, saying a...