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Pagina 577
... Spirit in the , 292 . Brook Green Fair , 554 . Brother , the younger , 65 . Bull , John , travelling opinions and pro- pensities of , 13 - errors of English tra- vellers in description , 14 , 15 - mis- takes as to French women , 15 ...
... Spirit in the , 292 . Brook Green Fair , 554 . Brother , the younger , 65 . Bull , John , travelling opinions and pro- pensities of , 13 - errors of English tra- vellers in description , 14 , 15 - mis- takes as to French women , 15 ...
Pagina 578
... Spirit in the Bottle , 292 - Aschen- puttel , 293 - coincidences in songs of Germany and England , 296 . Going a journey , on , 73 . Goldoni , remarks on , 234 . Green - room of the French theatre , on the , 309 - Le Kain , 310 ...
... Spirit in the Bottle , 292 - Aschen- puttel , 293 - coincidences in songs of Germany and England , 296 . Going a journey , on , 73 . Goldoni , remarks on , 234 . Green - room of the French theatre , on the , 309 - Le Kain , 310 ...
Pagina 580
... Spirit in the bottle , the , 292 . Spectral etiquette , 347 . Spectre boat , the , a ballad , 550 . Stanzas on a monument by Chantrey , 336 . Surgeon and House - painters , 517 . Switzerland , letters on a tour in , 22 , 200 - Geneva ...
... Spirit in the bottle , the , 292 . Spectral etiquette , 347 . Spectre boat , the , a ballad , 550 . Stanzas on a monument by Chantrey , 336 . Surgeon and House - painters , 517 . Switzerland , letters on a tour in , 22 , 200 - Geneva ...
Pagina 10
... spirit that used to dwell therein . As to the old virtues of hospitality , social kindness , good - fellowship - this goodly pile of ours is but of yesterday ; our benchers ( patriarchal title ! ) have not a touch of antiquity . The ...
... spirit that used to dwell therein . As to the old virtues of hospitality , social kindness , good - fellowship - this goodly pile of ours is but of yesterday ; our benchers ( patriarchal title ! ) have not a touch of antiquity . The ...
Pagina 14
... spirit and in heart , that seek in more genial climes to recruit their health and life . The numerous tombs with English inscriptions , that are to be seen in Pere La Chaise , and in the burying - grounds throughout the South of France ...
... spirit and in heart , that seek in more genial climes to recruit their health and life . The numerous tombs with English inscriptions , that are to be seen in Pere La Chaise , and in the burying - grounds throughout the South of France ...
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Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
admiration ancient appears Ariosto beauty called Catiline character church death delight Dublin effect Elgin Marbles England English epic poetry eyes fair fancy favour feel feet flowers French garden gaze genius give glacier Greek Guy's Cliff hand happy head heart Heaven Hesiod honour hope hour human imagination King lady letter light live London look Lord lover Martyr of Antioch Megabyzus mind Mont Blanc moral morning mountain nature never night o'er object observed once Parthenon passed passion Père La Chaise perhaps Petrarch Plato play pleasure poem poet poetical poetry possess present racter reader round Sallanche scene seems smile song SONNET soul spirit sweet taste Terpander thee thing thou thought tion town Vaud Velant verses Voltaire whole young youth
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.