The New Monthly Magazine, and Literary Journal, Volum 5Oliver Everett, 1823 |
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... Galleries of Art , No. I. 71 , II . 97 , III . 290 , IV . 345 , V. The Genius of Spain · 70 445 , VI . 568 78 Napoleon's Memoirs , and Las Cases ' Journal Sonnet 79. 279. 547 107 PAGE The Physician , No. IV . · 108 ,
... Galleries of Art , No. I. 71 , II . 97 , III . 290 , IV . 345 , V. The Genius of Spain · 70 445 , VI . 568 78 Napoleon's Memoirs , and Las Cases ' Journal Sonnet 79. 279. 547 107 PAGE The Physician , No. IV . · 108 ,
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... Genius 521 The Classics and Romantics 522 Sonnet from Petrarch Printed by Mistake The Birds Release at the Grave 528 · 529 532 The Diver a Ballad , translated from the German 540 " Out of Town " and not " In the Country " 543 To a ...
... Genius 521 The Classics and Romantics 522 Sonnet from Petrarch Printed by Mistake The Birds Release at the Grave 528 · 529 532 The Diver a Ballad , translated from the German 540 " Out of Town " and not " In the Country " 543 To a ...
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... genius , until the existing literature of the country presents a universality of diffusion , an unbounded copiousness of pro- duction , and a magnificence of encouragement hitherto totally unknown . in the history of the world . No ...
... genius , until the existing literature of the country presents a universality of diffusion , an unbounded copiousness of pro- duction , and a magnificence of encouragement hitherto totally unknown . in the history of the world . No ...
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... genius therein ; and the unfortunate wight is scouted , who declares in most rational para- dox , that he can see no beauty in such things . The fact is , we must give and take ; and while we are as yet but learners in the school of ...
... genius therein ; and the unfortunate wight is scouted , who declares in most rational para- dox , that he can see no beauty in such things . The fact is , we must give and take ; and while we are as yet but learners in the school of ...
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... genius of Death , so unlike the ghastly skeletons under which he was typified in a coward age , so graceful and beautiful - it reminds one of Mr. Cornwall's poem with the same title . I can scarce judge of the monu- ment to the sister ...
... genius of Death , so unlike the ghastly skeletons under which he was typified in a coward age , so graceful and beautiful - it reminds one of Mr. Cornwall's poem with the same title . I can scarce judge of the monu- ment to the sister ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 227 - O, welcome, pure-eyed Faith, white-handed Hope, Thou hovering angel girt with golden wings, And thou unblemished form of Chastity!
Pàgina 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?
Pàgina 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
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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!
Pàgina 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.