The British Magazine, Or, Miscellany of Polite Literature Comprehending an Analysis of Modern Publications, 第 1 卷J. Robins, 1823 |
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... feel it a duty to raise our voices against the selfishness and arrogance of printing books for any sixteen ... feeling degenerates into a base devotion to unworthy objects ; but to such a genius as that of Petrarch it is at first an ...
... feel it a duty to raise our voices against the selfishness and arrogance of printing books for any sixteen ... feeling degenerates into a base devotion to unworthy objects ; but to such a genius as that of Petrarch it is at first an ...
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... feel that we shall do our readers and the author the more justice by giving as much of the words of the latter as possible . " 6 ' Petrarch was in Italy when the plague , which in 1348 laid Europe waste , snatched away some of his ...
... feel that we shall do our readers and the author the more justice by giving as much of the words of the latter as possible . " 6 ' Petrarch was in Italy when the plague , which in 1348 laid Europe waste , snatched away some of his ...
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... feel some pity towards a great poet who , with such extreme deli- cacy and ardour of mind - with a judgment so difficult , and a taste so re- fined with a heated imagination , and an impassioned heart - could con- descend , for the ...
... feel some pity towards a great poet who , with such extreme deli- cacy and ardour of mind - with a judgment so difficult , and a taste so re- fined with a heated imagination , and an impassioned heart - could con- descend , for the ...
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... feel for the sufferings of others ; and shunning - like all men who are merely busied with their own feel- ings and intellectual faculties the exertion necessary for the acquire , ment and preservation of riches , " he was led 8 Essays ...
... feel for the sufferings of others ; and shunning - like all men who are merely busied with their own feel- ings and intellectual faculties the exertion necessary for the acquire , ment and preservation of riches , " he was led 8 Essays ...
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... feeling cold ! And yet I live ! -but that I live bewail , Sunk the loved light that through the tempest led My shatter'd bark , bereft of mast and sail : Hush'd be the song that breathed love's purest fire ! Lost is the theme on which ...
... feeling cold ! And yet I live ! -but that I live bewail , Sunk the loved light that through the tempest led My shatter'd bark , bereft of mast and sail : Hush'd be the song that breathed love's purest fire ! Lost is the theme on which ...
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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...