The Gentleman's Pocket Magazine; and Album of Literature and Fine ArtsJoseph Robins, no. 3, Bride-Court, Bridge-Street, 1828 |
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... dark and rugged caverns , and heard the cliffs re - echo the howling of the wolf - dogs , as they forded the river , and climbed the precipices , in the eager pursuit of their prey . He attempted to retreat , but in vain , the monsters ...
... dark and rugged caverns , and heard the cliffs re - echo the howling of the wolf - dogs , as they forded the river , and climbed the precipices , in the eager pursuit of their prey . He attempted to retreat , but in vain , the monsters ...
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... Dark are the deeds of other times , before the light of the song arose ; " and Horace , to the same purport , re- marks , that " heroes existed before the Trojan war , but no divine bard recorded their fame , and their deeds are con ...
... Dark are the deeds of other times , before the light of the song arose ; " and Horace , to the same purport , re- marks , that " heroes existed before the Trojan war , but no divine bard recorded their fame , and their deeds are con ...
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... darkness , but at length bursts into day , and is adorned with the radiance of heaven . Shaks- peare , for a longer period , obtained but a very moderate degree of estimation . For a short time , indeed , he enjoyed the gale of popular ...
... darkness , but at length bursts into day , and is adorned with the radiance of heaven . Shaks- peare , for a longer period , obtained but a very moderate degree of estimation . For a short time , indeed , he enjoyed the gale of popular ...
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... darkness and storm , Are like to the visions that won me- For such is the fate they have met- A deep desolation is on me ... dark genii taken , To linger and die ' mid the dead . Oh ! thus has the spell - tie been broken , And thus has ...
... darkness and storm , Are like to the visions that won me- For such is the fate they have met- A deep desolation is on me ... dark genii taken , To linger and die ' mid the dead . Oh ! thus has the spell - tie been broken , And thus has ...
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... dark narrow dungeon thy tyrants allow ; For ages the lamp of thy life has been dying , But ne'er has been wholly extinguish'd till now . Still Venice and Genoa , gallantly daring , Had sons to wave dauntless their flag o'er the foam ...
... dark narrow dungeon thy tyrants allow ; For ages the lamp of thy life has been dying , But ne'er has been wholly extinguish'd till now . Still Venice and Genoa , gallantly daring , Had sons to wave dauntless their flag o'er the foam ...
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Alice Anacreon appearance arms Ashridge baldric beauty blessed blood bosom bright brow called Catalina child clouds Coragus countenance cried dark daugh death Dioxippus dreadful Duke of Clarence exclaimed eyes father fear feelings fell gave hand happy hath head heard heart heaven holy honour hope horse hour Jan Sol John John Gunn John Sheares king lady land light Lionel Ford lips live look Lord Fortescue Luke lyre Mick mind monk morning never night nose o'er Osakoi passed pennon poor Prince Prince John proud replied returned round scene Schiedam seemed Shakspeare sigh smile soon sorrow soul spectre spirit stood stranger Suffolk Svetlana sword tears thee thine thing thou art thought threw tion took Tordenskiold turn Vicar of Bray village voice wife wild wind Xenocrates young youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 276 - Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum, Delivering o'er to executors pale The lazy yawning drone.
Seite 276 - Therefore doth heaven divide The state of man in divers functions, Setting endeavour in continual motion ; To which is fixed, as an aim or butt, Obedience : for so work the honey-bees, Creatures that by a rule in nature teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom.
Seite 51 - THOU hast left them to their own. But, present still, though now unseen ; When brightly shines the prosperous day, Be thoughts of THEE a cloudy screen To temper the deceitful ray. And oh, when stoops on Judah's path In shade and storm the frequent night, Be THOU long-suffering, slow to wrath, A burning, and a shining light. Our...
Seite 51 - But, present still, though now unseen, When brightly shines the prosperous day, Be thoughts of Thee a cloudy screen, To temper the deceitful ray. And oh, when stoops on Judah's path In shade and storm the frequent night, Be Thou, long-suffering, slow to wrath, A burning and a shining light.
Seite 276 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds; Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor...
Seite 382 - In health, in sickness, thus the suppliant prays; Hides from himself his state, and shuns to know, That life protracted is protracted woe. Time hovers o'er, impatient to destroy, And shuts up all the passages of joy: In vain their gifts the bounteous seasons pour, The fruit autumnal, and the vernal flow'r...
Seite 275 - With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part; the sixth age shifts Into the lean and...
Seite 237 - By heaven, methinks, it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon; Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks ; So he, that doth redeem her thence, might wear, Without corrival, all her dignities : But out upon this half-faced fellowship ! Wor.
Seite 51 - With priest's and warrior's voice between. No portents now our foes amaze — Forsaken Israel wanders lone ; Our fathers would not know Thy ways, And Thou hast left them to their own.
Seite 283 - Not so neither ! for if I changed my religion, I am sure I kept true to my principle; which is, to live and die the vicar of Bray!