Spirit of the English MagazinesMunroe and Francis, 1829 |
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... souls and bodies of chil- dren , though it is as obvious as pale sickly faces can be , yawning jaws , sleepy eyes , and a general lassitude . But besides - Mr . Wood , hating all quackery , wishes that there should be no exaggeration of ...
... souls and bodies of chil- dren , though it is as obvious as pale sickly faces can be , yawning jaws , sleepy eyes , and a general lassitude . But besides - Mr . Wood , hating all quackery , wishes that there should be no exaggeration of ...
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... soul of the mighty within him died , That the void in his bosom lay darkly still , Which the music of victory might never fill ! Thou wert there , O Mirth ! swelling on the shout , Till the temples like echo - caves rang out ; Thine ...
... soul of the mighty within him died , That the void in his bosom lay darkly still , Which the music of victory might never fill ! Thou wert there , O Mirth ! swelling on the shout , Till the temples like echo - caves rang out ; Thine ...
第 45 頁
... soul for fun , yet he is a game dog too . There is not a better cocker in England . In fact he delights in sport of every kind , and if he cannot have it with me , he will have it on his own account . He fre- quently decoys the ...
... soul for fun , yet he is a game dog too . There is not a better cocker in England . In fact he delights in sport of every kind , and if he cannot have it with me , he will have it on his own account . He fre- quently decoys the ...
第 46 頁
... soul in his rural retreat at Chert- carried us into its vortex , we learned sey ; and Lord Shaftesbury wrote his to contemplate their pages as the liv- " Characteristics " at a delightful spot ing parterres of a garden , and their near ...
... soul in his rural retreat at Chert- carried us into its vortex , we learned sey ; and Lord Shaftesbury wrote his to contemplate their pages as the liv- " Characteristics " at a delightful spot ing parterres of a garden , and their near ...
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... souls of here- tics , he never tempts them more than once , and then only out of wantonness and pastime . " SPEED ... souls to each voter , we have derived from emi- gration an accession of 20,000 . " " Five souls to each voter ! " is ...
... souls of here- tics , he never tempts them more than once , and then only out of wantonness and pastime . " SPEED ... souls to each voter , we have derived from emi- gration an accession of 20,000 . " " Five souls to each voter ! " is ...
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第 88 頁 - Morning Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail bounteous May that dost inspire Mirth and youth, and warm desire; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
第 288 頁 - So am I as the rich, whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, Since, seldom coming, in the long year set, Like stones of worth they thinly placed are, Or captain jewels in the carcanet.
第 405 頁 - Each passing hour sheds tribute from her wings ; And still new beauties meet his lonely walk, And loves unfelt attract him. Not a breeze Flies o'er the meadow, not a cloud imbibes The setting sun's effulgence, not a strain From all the tenants of the warbling shade Ascends, but whence his bosom can partake Fresh pleasure, unreproved...
第 417 頁 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
第 336 頁 - I have of late — but wherefore I know not- — lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises ; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
第 298 頁 - He might have nourished us like " the fowls of the air and the lilies of the field," which " toil not, neither do they spin.
第 340 頁 - I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus ; but use all gently : for in the very torrent, tempest, and (as I may say) whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance, that may give it smoothness.
第 62 頁 - O gin my love were yon red rose That grows upon the castle wa', And I mysel' a drap o' dew, Into her bonnie breast to fa' ! Oh, there beyond expression blest. I'd feast on beauty a' the night ; Seal'd on her silk-saft faulds to rest, Till fley'd awa' by Phoebus
第 296 頁 - British monarchy, not more limited than fenced by the orders of the state, shall, like the proud Keep of Windsor, rising in the majesty of proportion, and girt with the double belt of its kindred and coeval towers...
第 76 頁 - ... you away. Fond fancy brought back to my slumbers Our walks on the Ness and the Den, And echoed the musical numbers Which you used to sing to me then. I know the romance, since it's over, 'Twere idle, or worse, to recall ; I know you're a terrible rover ; But Clarence, you'll come to our Ball ! It's only a year, since, at College, You put on your cap and your gown ; !But, Clarence...