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Pagina 573
... Letters on a Tour in Switzerland Sonnets to my Children sleeping Literary Recollections of London Milk and Honey , or the Land of Promise PAGE . 1 10 12 13 16 17 21 22. 200 28 29 35. 179. 243. 376. 435 Modern Pilgrimages , No. II ...
... Letters on a Tour in Switzerland Sonnets to my Children sleeping Literary Recollections of London Milk and Honey , or the Land of Promise PAGE . 1 10 12 13 16 17 21 22. 200 28 29 35. 179. 243. 376. 435 Modern Pilgrimages , No. II ...
Pagina 574
Journal of a Tourist , No. III . Versailles Reflections on Plum Pudding Letter from India To Julia · • Letter to the Chief of the Mohawks , by T. Campbell The Fight Letters from Spain , by Don Leucadio Doblado Physiognomy and Craniology ...
Journal of a Tourist , No. III . Versailles Reflections on Plum Pudding Letter from India To Julia · • Letter to the Chief of the Mohawks , by T. Campbell The Fight Letters from Spain , by Don Leucadio Doblado Physiognomy and Craniology ...
Pagina 577
... letter to , 97 . AirFly not yet , " 496 . Albergati , his character , 234 . Alfieri's Filippo and Schiller's Don Car ... Letters from Spain , 113 , 321 . Drama , on the German , 145 - The Rob- bers , ib . - Cabal and Love , ib . - of ...
... letter to , 97 . AirFly not yet , " 496 . Albergati , his character , 234 . Alfieri's Filippo and Schiller's Don Car ... Letters from Spain , 113 , 321 . Drama , on the German , 145 - The Rob- bers , ib . - Cabal and Love , ib . - of ...
Pagina 578
... Letter from India , 90 - to the Mohawk chief Ahyonwaeghs , by T. Campbell , 97 . Letters from Spain , by Leucadio Do- blado , 113 - the friars and preachers , 114 , 115 - murder of a young lady , 116 - the Carthusians , 118 - hermits ...
... Letter from India , 90 - to the Mohawk chief Ahyonwaeghs , by T. Campbell , 97 . Letters from Spain , by Leucadio Do- blado , 113 - the friars and preachers , 114 , 115 - murder of a young lady , 116 - the Carthusians , 118 - hermits ...
Pagina 580
... letters on , 22 , 200 . Tourist , journal of a , 82 - public build- ings of Paris , 83 - Versailles , ib.- Trianon , 87 . Tours , letters from , 525 . Travellers , the Silesian , 274 . Tree , lines to Miss M. Á . , 384 . Trinity College ...
... letters on , 22 , 200 . Tourist , journal of a , 82 - public build- ings of Paris , 83 - Versailles , ib.- Trianon , 87 . Tours , letters from , 525 . Travellers , the Silesian , 274 . Tree , lines to Miss M. Á . , 384 . Trinity College ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 415 - The moon shines bright : — In such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they did make no noise...
Pagina 491 - Sweet Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die.
Pagina 238 - Purification in the old law did save, And such, as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind. Her face was...
Pagina 236 - Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Pagina 237 - LAWRENCE, of virtuous father virtuous son, Now that the fields are dank, and ways are mire, Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fire Help waste a sullen day, what may be won From the hard season gaining? Time will run On smoother, till Favonius reinspire The frozen earth, and clothe in fresh attire The lily and rose, that neither sowed nor spun.
Pagina 551 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny : You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face ; You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Pagina 236 - CROMWELL, our chief of men, who through a cloud Not of war only, but detractions rude, Guided by faith and matchless fortitude, To peace and truth thy glorious way hast ploughed...
Pagina 220 - God Almighty first planted a garden; and, indeed, it is the purest of human pleasures; it is the greatest refreshment to the spirits of man; without which buildings and palaces are but gross handyworks...
Pagina 491 - This dish of meat is too good for any but Anglers, or very honest men ; and I trust, you will prove both, and therefore I have trusted you with this secret.
Pagina 237 - When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not : in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans The vales redoubled to the hills and they To heaven.