The London Magazine, Volum 5Baldwin, Cradock, and Joy, 1822 |
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Pàgina vi
... Lady Jane Grey , at Brad- gate , 171 . Faithless Sally Brown , 203 . The Approach of Spring , by John Clare , 216 . Translation of a Sonnet , from Du Bellay , 233 . of ditto , Paterno , 234 . 6 of Du Bellay's Hymn , A la Sur- dite ...
... Lady Jane Grey , at Brad- gate , 171 . Faithless Sally Brown , 203 . The Approach of Spring , by John Clare , 216 . Translation of a Sonnet , from Du Bellay , 233 . of ditto , Paterno , 234 . 6 of Du Bellay's Hymn , A la Sur- dite ...
Pàgina 7
... lady , of the ancient family of the Selbys , and won her affection from many opulent and no- ble rivals . They met and plighted their vows , and broke a ring between them at the foot of Lyddalcross , an ancient monument of stone held in ...
... lady , of the ancient family of the Selbys , and won her affection from many opulent and no- ble rivals . They met and plighted their vows , and broke a ring between them at the foot of Lyddalcross , an ancient monument of stone held in ...
Pàgina 10
... lady ; he lived , lass , by the bow and the spear , and reaped a richer and a readier harvest in ae night , than a farmer will reap now in seven years . But as I was saying , mony a happy night have I spent at the hearth of Lyddalcross ...
... lady ; he lived , lass , by the bow and the spear , and reaped a richer and a readier harvest in ae night , than a farmer will reap now in seven years . But as I was saying , mony a happy night have I spent at the hearth of Lyddalcross ...
Pàgina 13
... lady kilted her kirtle green A little aboon her knee , The lady snooded her yellow hair A little aboon her bree , And she's gane to the good green wood As fast as she could hie . And first she let the black steed pass , And syne she let ...
... lady kilted her kirtle green A little aboon her knee , The lady snooded her yellow hair A little aboon her bree , And she's gane to the good green wood As fast as she could hie . And first she let the black steed pass , And syne she let ...
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... Parlia- ments , for the borough of Hertford . " By this most excellent lady , " say his biographer , with the amiable warmth of filial tenderness 24 [ Jan Lives of the Poets . - Christopher Anstey . LIFE of CHRISTOPHER ANSTEY CONTENTS.
... Parlia- ments , for the borough of Hertford . " By this most excellent lady , " say his biographer , with the amiable warmth of filial tenderness 24 [ Jan Lives of the Poets . - Christopher Anstey . LIFE of CHRISTOPHER ANSTEY CONTENTS.
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 419 - Our petitions have been slighted; our remonstrances have produced additional violence and insult; our supplications have been disregarded; and we have been spurned, with contempt, from the foot of the throne! In vain, after these things, may we indulge the fond hope of peace and reconciliation. There is no longer any room for hope. If we wish to be free — if we mean to preserve inviolate those inestimable privileges for which we have been so long contending...
Pàgina 419 - Peace"— but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take, but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!
Pàgina 418 - I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided, and that is the lamp of experience. I know of no way of judging of the future but by the past.
Pàgina 419 - The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave. Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery ! Our chains are forged. Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable, and let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come! It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry peace! peace!
Pàgina 419 - Peace, peace ! ' — but there is no peace : the war is actually begun ! — The next gale that sweeps from the north, will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms...
Pàgina 90 - The seasons alter : hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose : And on old Hyems' chin and icy crown, An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds Is, as in mockery, set.
Pàgina 171 - ... else ; I must do it, as it were, in such weight, measure and number, even so perfectly, as God made the world ; or else I am so sharply taunted, so cruelly threatened, yea presently sometimes with pinches, nips, and bobs, and other ways (which I will not name for the honour I bear them) so without measure mis-ordered, that I think myself in hell, till time come that I must go to Mr.
Pàgina 419 - We have petitioned, we have remonstrated, we have supplicated, we have prostrated ourselves before the Throne, and have implored its interposition to arrest the tyrannical hands of the Ministry and Parliament. Our petitions have been slighted, our remonstrances have produced additional violence and insult, our supplications have been disregarded, and we have been spurned, with contempt, from the foot of the Throne.
Pàgina 304 - It is altogether a speculative scene of things, which has no reference whatever to the world that is.
Pàgina 22 - ... about upon the fresh grass, with all the fine garden smells around me ; or basking in the orangery, till I could almost fancy myself ripening, too, along with the oranges and the limes in that grateful warmth ; or in watching the dace that darted to and fro in the fish-pond at the bottom of the garden, with here and there a great sulky pike hanging midway down the water in silent state, as if it mocked at their impertinent friskings.