The London Magazine, Volum 5Baldwin, Cradock, and Joy, 1822 |
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Pàgina 21
... soul , and ye have found only its garment . But oh , if ye had beheld him , as I beheld him to - night , riding among the elfin troop the fairest of them all ; had you clasped him in your arms , and wrestled for him with spirits and ter ...
... soul , and ye have found only its garment . But oh , if ye had beheld him , as I beheld him to - night , riding among the elfin troop the fairest of them all ; had you clasped him in your arms , and wrestled for him with spirits and ter ...
Pàgina 23
... soul of the first Alice looked out at her eyes with such a reality of re - presentment , that I be- came in doubt which of them stood there before me , or whose that bright hair was , and while I stood gazing , both the children ...
... soul of the first Alice looked out at her eyes with such a reality of re - presentment , that I be- came in doubt which of them stood there before me , or whose that bright hair was , and while I stood gazing , both the children ...
Pàgina 31
... soul ! No more of this . Listen to me , farmer . Thou know'st this world contains one living creature hateful to my sight . ( Mysteriously . ) , Thou know'st the rest , too . Farmer . ( Looking cautiously about . ) My lord- Lord B ...
... soul ! No more of this . Listen to me , farmer . Thou know'st this world contains one living creature hateful to my sight . ( Mysteriously . ) , Thou know'st the rest , too . Farmer . ( Looking cautiously about . ) My lord- Lord B ...
Pàgina 34
... soul that he was all undone . But plunderers had been busy there : the floor Glitter'd with fragments that the victor tore From the gem - crusted throne , and starry roof ; And blood was smoking still ; the sullen proof Of the ...
... soul that he was all undone . But plunderers had been busy there : the floor Glitter'd with fragments that the victor tore From the gem - crusted throne , and starry roof ; And blood was smoking still ; the sullen proof Of the ...
Pàgina 36
... soul in passion's sighs . Slow rose the veil , and show'd the starry eyes And lips like opening roses , - ' twas his love ! Then with sweet smile the Peri soar'd above , Kindling the air with radiance , and was gone . Silence and ...
... soul in passion's sighs . Slow rose the veil , and show'd the starry eyes And lips like opening roses , - ' twas his love ! Then with sweet smile the Peri soar'd above , Kindling the air with radiance , and was gone . Silence and ...
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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.