The Gentleman's Pocket Magazine; and Album of Literature and Fine ArtsJoseph Robins, no. 3, Bride-Court, Bridge-Street, 1828 |
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... Light House 255 The Banquet of the Saxon Nobles in Westminster Hall , by Reginald Augustine . 268 Swiftness of the Wind , a Table , by Mr. Smeaton ... 271 Canine Sagacity ... ib . Shakspeare's Justice The Vicar of Bray A Summer Cloud ...
... Light House 255 The Banquet of the Saxon Nobles in Westminster Hall , by Reginald Augustine . 268 Swiftness of the Wind , a Table , by Mr. Smeaton ... 271 Canine Sagacity ... ib . Shakspeare's Justice The Vicar of Bray A Summer Cloud ...
Pagina 3
... light of their torches glar- ing among the 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 ...
... light of their torches glar- ing among the 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 ...
Pagina 7
... light of the moon , as she bursts suddenly from the clouds trooping rapidly across her path , vies with the deep red glimmer of the flames that linger and flit about the hollows of the waning fire . There is something particularly cold ...
... light of the moon , as she bursts suddenly from the clouds trooping rapidly across her path , vies with the deep red glimmer of the flames that linger and flit about the hollows of the waning fire . There is something particularly cold ...
Pagina 10
... light tresses , and a few meek violets and primroses smiling and nestling be- neath her young bosom . I remained with the happy merry- makers until the young moon had risen from her soft cloudy pillow , and departed for my Village Inn ...
... light tresses , and a few meek violets and primroses smiling and nestling be- neath her young bosom . I remained with the happy merry- makers until the young moon had risen from her soft cloudy pillow , and departed for my Village Inn ...
Pagina 11
... light as a young lark . " I awoke in the morning cheerful and refreshed , and on put- ting aside the grape tendrils and woodbines which shaded my casement , discovered mine host's youngest daughter , under his immediate surveillance ...
... light as a young lark . " I awoke in the morning cheerful and refreshed , and on put- ting aside the grape tendrils and woodbines which shaded my casement , discovered mine host's youngest daughter , under his immediate surveillance ...
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Termeni și expresii frecvente
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
Pasaje populare
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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!