The New Monthly Magazine, and Literary Journal, Zväzok 5Oliver Everett, 1823 |
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... bear- ing the boy aloft ; and the look of the captive is very intense and fine . But the Concert or Music Piece is perhaps more characteristic of Ti- tian's style and power than either of the other pictures . It is light and sketchy in ...
... bear- ing the boy aloft ; and the look of the captive is very intense and fine . But the Concert or Music Piece is perhaps more characteristic of Ti- tian's style and power than either of the other pictures . It is light and sketchy in ...
Strana 76
... bears the name of , let us receive it as an ap- peal to the senses alone - and be content . The rich harmony of its colouring , and the spirit of motion that every where pervades it , make it as good a thing to look upon as a bed of ...
... bears the name of , let us receive it as an ap- peal to the senses alone - and be content . The rich harmony of its colouring , and the spirit of motion that every where pervades it , make it as good a thing to look upon as a bed of ...
Strana 77
... bear exactly that kind of resemblance to similar scenes in Nature , which the echo of a musical sound bears to the sound itself ; and that they affect us in a similar manner : they have the same exact truth of intonation , if I may use ...
... bear exactly that kind of resemblance to similar scenes in Nature , which the echo of a musical sound bears to the sound itself ; and that they affect us in a similar manner : they have the same exact truth of intonation , if I may use ...
Strana 89
... bear the stamp of truth . " A drunken corporal , who mistook his countersign and met them in one of their rides , gave them a different expression of British courtesy : he levelled his piece and ran up to them out of breath . General ...
... bear the stamp of truth . " A drunken corporal , who mistook his countersign and met them in one of their rides , gave them a different expression of British courtesy : he levelled his piece and ran up to them out of breath . General ...
Strana 97
... bear upon and illustrate each other , the most valuable and interesting specimens I have ever seen of the easel pictures of this master . The fargest of them ( No. 9 ) is a Holy Family , painted in his first manner , the outlines being ...
... bear upon and illustrate each other , the most valuable and interesting specimens I have ever seen of the easel pictures of this master . The fargest of them ( No. 9 ) is a Holy Family , painted in his first manner , the outlines being ...
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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.