The London Magazine, Volum 6Baldwin, Cradock, and Joy, 1822 |
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Pàgina 20
... spirit of divinest liberty . Coleridge . France , An Ode . The Elegy written in a church- yard in South Wales , is not more be- low Gray's . Of eagerness to obtain poetical distinction he had much more than learning , was exceedingly ...
... spirit of divinest liberty . Coleridge . France , An Ode . The Elegy written in a church- yard in South Wales , is not more be- low Gray's . Of eagerness to obtain poetical distinction he had much more than learning , was exceedingly ...
Pàgina 28
... spirits wail , And ghastly death throws wide her door , And hails thee with a Hail . Deep from the grave there comes a voice , A voice with hollow tones , Such as a spirit's tongue would have , That spoke through hollow bones ...
... spirits wail , And ghastly death throws wide her door , And hails thee with a Hail . Deep from the grave there comes a voice , A voice with hollow tones , Such as a spirit's tongue would have , That spoke through hollow bones ...
Pàgina 31
... spirit which shuns festivity . While the impulses of in- terest , and of all the evil passions of our nature are so strong ; while our anger , our cupidity , our avarice , our ambition , our envy , our animosities are so strongly ...
... spirit which shuns festivity . While the impulses of in- terest , and of all the evil passions of our nature are so strong ; while our anger , our cupidity , our avarice , our ambition , our envy , our animosities are so strongly ...
Pàgina 61
... spirits sunk in a strange prison - house ; Why sufferest thou thy rights thus trampled on ? Say , have we wrong'd thee ... spirit be deliver'd by thy dart ? Speed then , oh speed thee : thou shalt have to boast That thou hast e'en from ...
... spirits sunk in a strange prison - house ; Why sufferest thou thy rights thus trampled on ? Say , have we wrong'd thee ... spirit be deliver'd by thy dart ? Speed then , oh speed thee : thou shalt have to boast That thou hast e'en from ...
Pàgina 63
... spirit - troubled . By his side Sat one of seventy years - a wither'd dame , And ever to his ear her lips she laid ... spirit sat Of pious resolution , low was stoop'd Even till the snowy forelocks found the floor . And as I gazed , his ...
... spirit - troubled . By his side Sat one of seventy years - a wither'd dame , And ever to his ear her lips she laid ... spirit sat Of pious resolution , low was stoop'd Even till the snowy forelocks found the floor . And as I gazed , his ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 243 - Again he felt and fumbled at the pig. It did not burn him so much now ; still, he licked his fingers from a sort of habit. The truth at length broke into his slow understanding that it was the pig that smelt so, and the pig that tasted so delicious...
Pàgina 244 - Bo-bo, whose scent was wonderfully sharpened since morning, soon raked out another pig, and fairly rending it asunder, thrust the lesser half by main force into the fists of Ho-ti, still shouting out, "Eat, eat, eat the burnt pig, Father, only taste— O Lord," with suchlike barbarous ejaculations, cramming all the while as if he would choke.
Pàgina 17 - With fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave : thou shalt not lack The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose ; nor The azured hare-bell, like thy veins ; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...
Pàgina 244 - Bo-bo was strictly enjoined not to let the secret escape, for the neighbors would certainly have stoned them for a couple of abominable wretches, who could think of improving upon the good meat which God had sent them. Nevertheless, strange stories got about. It was observed that Ho-ti's cottage was burnt down now more frequently than ever. Nothing but fires from this time forward.
Pàgina 245 - O call it not fat! but an indefinable sweetness growing up to it — the tender blossoming of fat — fat cropped in the bud — taken in the shoot — in the first innocence — the cream and quintessence of the child-pig's yet pure food — the lean, no lean, but a kind of animal manna — or, rather, fat and lean (if it must be so) so blended and running into each other, that both together make but one ambrosian result or common substance. Behold him while he is ' doing' — it seemeth rather...
Pàgina 244 - People built slighter and slighter every day, until it was feared that the very science of architecture would in no long time be lost to the world.
Pàgina 246 - I made him a present of the whole cake. I walked on a little, buoyed up, as one is on such occasions, with a sweet soothing of self-satisfaction; but before I had got to the end of the bridge my better feelings returned, and I burst into tears, thinking how ungrateful I had been to my good aunt, to go and give her good gift away to a stranger that I had never seen before, and who might be a bad man for aught I knew; and then I thought of the pleasure my aunt would be taking in thinking that I (I...
Pàgina 34 - But where a book is at once both good and rare, where the individual is almost the species, and when that perishes, We know not where is that Promethean torch That can its light relumine...
Pàgina 35 - Shall I be thought fantastical if I confess that the names of some of our poets sound sweeter, and have a finer relish to the ear — to mine, at least — than that of Milton or of Shakspeare?
Pàgina 246 - Whether, supposing that the flavour of a pig who obtained his death by whipping (per flagellationem extremam) superadded a pleasure upon the palate of a man more intense than any possible suffering we can conceive in the animal, is man justified in using that method of putting the animal to death ?