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 vii
... Thoughts on Dram Drinking , by Dr. Fothergill . The Law Suit ... To my Parents , by John Clare Poverty in Britanny Earthly Glory Fades , by S. W. N. 181 .. 182 184 195 ...... 198 199 202 204 207 210 214 216 217 ... 218 219 220 227 228 ...
... Thoughts on Dram Drinking , by Dr. Fothergill . The Law Suit ... To my Parents , by John Clare Poverty in Britanny Earthly Glory Fades , by S. W. N. 181 .. 182 184 195 ...... 198 199 202 204 207 210 214 216 217 ... 218 219 220 227 228 ...
Pàgina 4
... thought not of the king - when , suddenly turning her eyes to the ground , she witnessed the object of all her solicitude , lying on a cold bed of turf before her . He who had so often hailed the sound of her footsteps , was now ...
... thought not of the king - when , suddenly turning her eyes to the ground , she witnessed the object of all her solicitude , lying on a cold bed of turf before her . He who had so often hailed the sound of her footsteps , was now ...
Pàgina 6
... thoughts , I delight to gaze through the mottled dia- mond - shaped glasses of its little casement - to decipher the antique - shaped cone - like anagrams graven on them by hands long since mouldered and forgotten - to people the ...
... thoughts , I delight to gaze through the mottled dia- mond - shaped glasses of its little casement - to decipher the antique - shaped cone - like anagrams graven on them by hands long since mouldered and forgotten - to people the ...
Pàgina 8
... thought proper to keep up his staff - vermin , sir - arrant stoats , poor , ravenous , and ragged - the disgrace of the corps : of which , by the bye , I had the honor of being a corporal . Well , sir , they met monthly at my house ...
... thought proper to keep up his staff - vermin , sir - arrant stoats , poor , ravenous , and ragged - the disgrace of the corps : of which , by the bye , I had the honor of being a corporal . Well , sir , they met monthly at my house ...
Pàgina 12
... thoughts , thy tenderest thoughts , be mine : And when thy peaceful course fulfilled in this , Thy fate shall call thee to the world of bliss , In one sepulchral mansion let us rest , By the same simple grassy tomb comprest ; Let ...
... thoughts , thy tenderest thoughts , be mine : And when thy peaceful course fulfilled in this , Thy fate shall call thee to the world of bliss , In one sepulchral mansion let us rest , By the same simple grassy tomb comprest ; Let ...
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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!