The British Magazine, Or, Miscellany of Polite Literature Comprehending an Analysis of Modern Publications, 第 1 卷J. Robins, 1823 |
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... eyes ; " “ Chiare , fresche , dolci acque Ove le belle membra Pose colei che sola a me par Donna ; ' * and he was ... eye of the traveller re- poses on an expanse of beautiful meadow , till he arrives on a plain varied by numerous ...
... eyes ; " “ Chiare , fresche , dolci acque Ove le belle membra Pose colei che sola a me par Donna ; ' * and he was ... eye of the traveller re- poses on an expanse of beautiful meadow , till he arrives on a plain varied by numerous ...
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... eyes in the church of Santa Clara , at Avignon ; and it was in the same city , on the 6th of the very same month of April , at the very same hour in the morning , in the year 1348 , that this bright lumi- nary was withdrawn from our ...
... eyes in the church of Santa Clara , at Avignon ; and it was in the same city , on the 6th of the very same month of April , at the very same hour in the morning , in the year 1348 , that this bright lumi- nary was withdrawn from our ...
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... eyes are heavy with watching , my hand is wearied with writing , and my heart is worn with care . I desire to be known to posterity ; if I cannot succeed , I may be known to my own age , or at least to my friends . It would have ...
... eyes are heavy with watching , my hand is wearied with writing , and my heart is worn with care . I desire to be known to posterity ; if I cannot succeed , I may be known to my own age , or at least to my friends . It would have ...
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... eyes , the face , the limbs of heavenly mould , So long the theme of my impassion'd lay , Charms which so stole me from myself away , That strange to other men the course I hold : The crisped locks of pure and lucid gold , The lightning ...
... eyes , the face , the limbs of heavenly mould , So long the theme of my impassion'd lay , Charms which so stole me from myself away , That strange to other men the course I hold : The crisped locks of pure and lucid gold , The lightning ...
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... eyes ; but the sound of the waterfall roared in my ears , and seemed to penetrate through my brain . Then strange fancies took pos- session of my mind : things of whose shape I could form no idea would seize me , and whirl me round till ...
... eyes ; but the sound of the waterfall roared in my ears , and seemed to penetrate through my brain . Then strange fancies took pos- session of my mind : things of whose shape I could form no idea would seize me , and whirl me round till ...
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第 54 頁 - When Jesus therefore saw his mother, and the disciple standing by whom he loved, he saith unto his mother, "Woman, behold thy son!" Then saith he to the disciple, "Behold thy mother!" And from that hour that disciple took her unto his own home.
第 354 頁 - On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood ; (Loose his beard and hoary hair, Stream'd like a meteor to the troubled air,) And with a master's hand and prophet's fire Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre...
第 235 頁 - Her pranks the favorite theme of every tongue. But now the day was come, the day, the hour; Now, frowning, smiling, for the hundredth time, The nurse, that ancient lady, preached decorum; And, in the lustre of her youth, she gave Her hand, with her heart in it, to Francesco. Great was the joy; but at the Bridal feast, When all sat down, the Bride was wanting there. Nor was she to be found ! Her Father cried " 'Tis but to make a trial of our love...
第 54 頁 - When JESUS, therefore, saw his mother, and the disciple standing by whom he loved, he saith unto his mother, Woman, behold thy son. Then saith he to the disciple, Behold thy mother. And from that hour that disciple took her unto his own home.
第 200 頁 - His hours, and rivals opium and his brides ; Magnificent in Stamboul, but less grand, Though not less loved, in Wapping or the Strand ; Divine in hookas, glorious in a pipe, When...
第 263 頁 - For the Oracles of God, Four Orations. For Judgment to come, an Argument, in nine parts.
第 232 頁 - O Italy, how beautiful thou art ! Yet I could weep— for thou art lying, alas ! Low in the dust ; and they who come, admire thee As we admire the beautiful in death.
第 297 頁 - How eager all the earth is for the blow Which shall lay bare her bosom to the sword; How all the nations deem her their worst foe, That worse than worst of foes, the once adored False friend, who held out freedom to mankind...
第 77 頁 - A quarter-grown cub, that had hitherto been unseen, now appeared, dropping from the branches of a sapling, that grew under the shade of the beech which held its dam. This ignorant but vicious creature, approached...
第 235 頁 - Tis but to make a trial of our love !" And filled his glass to all ; but his hand shook, And soon from guest to guest the panic spread. 'Twas but that instant she had left Francesco, Laughing and looking back and flying still, Her ivory tooth imprinted on his finger. But now, alas, she was not to be found ; Nor from that hour could...