The New Monthly Magazine, Volume 3E. Littell, 1822 |
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Pagina 1
... short stay at Paris , to cross the Alps and visit Rome , the object of my early and un- bounded veneration . A friend told me that he should charge me with a commission to execute on my way . He was of a Roman Catholic family ; and his ...
... short stay at Paris , to cross the Alps and visit Rome , the object of my early and un- bounded veneration . A friend told me that he should charge me with a commission to execute on my way . He was of a Roman Catholic family ; and his ...
Pagina 9
... short time its size became prodigious , and involved the world in darkness . The land - wind , at the same time , blew a tre- mendous gale - all became terror and confusion . The thunder pealed above our heads . During a trasient flash ...
... short time its size became prodigious , and involved the world in darkness . The land - wind , at the same time , blew a tre- mendous gale - all became terror and confusion . The thunder pealed above our heads . During a trasient flash ...
Pagina 15
... short , it is not where our critics would choose to sit . Next of all , the French do not seem to me a jot more polite than other people , and this is a quality on all hands allowed them . The guides and others that one will have to pay ...
... short , it is not where our critics would choose to sit . Next of all , the French do not seem to me a jot more polite than other people , and this is a quality on all hands allowed them . The guides and others that one will have to pay ...
Pagina 27
... short time ago , a contested election for a seat in the Grand Council took place between a man of family , education , and talents , and a clever and aspiring blacksmith . The present state of parties in the can- ton enabled the latter ...
... short time ago , a contested election for a seat in the Grand Council took place between a man of family , education , and talents , and a clever and aspiring blacksmith . The present state of parties in the can- ton enabled the latter ...
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... short one . My terminus à quo , as the lawyers call it , was Fleet - market , and my terminus ad quem , Cha- ring - cross ; yet , unpromising as the way appeared , I was astonish- ed to find how many curious recollections were scattered ...
... short one . My terminus à quo , as the lawyers call it , was Fleet - market , and my terminus ad quem , Cha- ring - cross ; yet , unpromising as the way appeared , I was astonish- ed to find how many curious recollections were scattered ...
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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.