The Gentleman's Pocket Magazine; and Album of Literature and Fine ArtsJoseph Robins, no. 3, Bride-Court, Bridge-Street, 1828 |
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Pàgina 2
... landed , and , letting the boat drift with the stream , to elude pursuit , secreted themselves in the natural recesses of the cliffs . Mortimer had sufficient confidence in the faith of a young lady , to 2 THE FATE OF MORTIMER .
... landed , and , letting the boat drift with the stream , to elude pursuit , secreted themselves in the natural recesses of the cliffs . Mortimer had sufficient confidence in the faith of a young lady , to 2 THE FATE OF MORTIMER .
Pàgina 4
... natural stain of living gore , she laughed in the delirium of her despair till the sound of the mountain echoes , mocking her tone of misery , awoke her to the burning realising sense of her soul's agony . Now , unrestrained , she ...
... natural stain of living gore , she laughed in the delirium of her despair till the sound of the mountain echoes , mocking her tone of misery , awoke her to the burning realising sense of her soul's agony . Now , unrestrained , she ...
Pàgina 6
... nature , and with- out an effort , amalgamate with the warring spirits among whom it is thrown , allay their fiery turbulence , and blend them toge- ther in goodly fellowship and communion . From these shadows of whim , it is refreshing ...
... nature , and with- out an effort , amalgamate with the warring spirits among whom it is thrown , allay their fiery turbulence , and blend them toge- ther in goodly fellowship and communion . From these shadows of whim , it is refreshing ...
Pàgina 10
... nature , and a carefully - starched cap , which rose up like a py- ramid above her head - bustled about with a bottle of her own currant wine in one hand , and a mottled glass goblet in the other , ministering cold draughts to the ...
... nature , and a carefully - starched cap , which rose up like a py- ramid above her head - bustled about with a bottle of her own currant wine in one hand , and a mottled glass goblet in the other , ministering cold draughts to the ...
Pàgina 14
... nature , Forward , not permanent - sweet , not lasting . SHAKSPEARE . Oh , the days of youth departed ! and the golden dreams that stole , Of pleasure and of promise , in that summer of the soul ! Its love , that was like music from a ...
... nature , Forward , not permanent - sweet , not lasting . SHAKSPEARE . Oh , the days of youth departed ! and the golden dreams that stole , Of pleasure and of promise , in that summer of the soul ! Its love , that was like music from a ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
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
Passatges populars
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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!