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... beautiful than the naïve simplicity with which the capacity of executing all these fine things is taken for granted - or than the noble jolter . headed manner in which the editor divides all arts and sciences for the better conduct of ...
... beautiful than the naïve simplicity with which the capacity of executing all these fine things is taken for granted - or than the noble jolter . headed manner in which the editor divides all arts and sciences for the better conduct of ...
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... beautiful woman . You may be sure it was not long * # THERE are some humbugs with which we have no patience . If we see a quack - doctor vending gin and rosema- ry - oil , under the name of the balsam of Rakasiri ― or a mock - patriot ...
... beautiful woman . You may be sure it was not long * # THERE are some humbugs with which we have no patience . If we see a quack - doctor vending gin and rosema- ry - oil , under the name of the balsam of Rakasiri ― or a mock - patriot ...
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... beautiful creation . We own that he does this in badinage ; but badinage or not , no insinuation can be more contrary to the fact . Conceive an animal about five feet high , propped on two trapsticks , which have the size but not the ...
... beautiful creation . We own that he does this in badinage ; but badinage or not , no insinuation can be more contrary to the fact . Conceive an animal about five feet high , propped on two trapsticks , which have the size but not the ...
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... beautiful composition of his affords conspicuous proof . It begins well and graphically ; we think we actually see the author and his friend before us . Not drunken , nor sober , but neighbour to both , I met with a friend in Alesbury ...
... beautiful composition of his affords conspicuous proof . It begins well and graphically ; we think we actually see the author and his friend before us . Not drunken , nor sober , but neighbour to both , I met with a friend in Alesbury ...
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... beautiful and modest maiden - but it is not right to kiss and tell . We shall , therefore , go on with the bishop and his ale . After many more hearty commenda- tions , he discants on its benefits to the cause of philosophy and ...
... beautiful and modest maiden - but it is not right to kiss and tell . We shall , therefore , go on with the bishop and his ale . After many more hearty commenda- tions , he discants on its benefits to the cause of philosophy and ...
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Page 30 - He heard it, but he heeded not - his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away He reck'd not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother - he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday All this rush'd with his blood - Shall he expire And unavenged?
Page 88 - The flames around their captive close, Till, inly search'd by thousand throes, And maddening in her ire, One sad and sole relief she knows : The sting she nourish'd for her foes, Whose venom never yet was vain, Gives but one pang, and cures all pain, And darts into her desperate brain...
Page 14 - We straight lie down to rest ; But when the billows tumble, And waves do furious grow, Then we rouse, up we rouse, When the stormy winds do blow.
Page 13 - YE gentlemen of England That live at home at ease, Ah ! little do you think upon The dangers of the seas. Give ear unto the mariners, And they will plainly show All the cares and the fears When the stormy winds do blow.
Page 50 - I answer that, in consequence of having seen many, the power is acquired, even without seeking after it, of distinguishing between accidental blemishes and excrescences which are continually varying the surface of nature's works, and the invariable general form which nature most frequently produces and always seems to intend in her productions.
Page 88 - Yes, love indeed is light from heaven ; A spark of that immortal fire With angels shared, by Alia given, To lift from earth our low desire. Devotion wafts the mind above, But heaven itself descends in love ; A feeling from the Godhead caught, To wean from self each sordid thought ; A ray of him who form'd the whole ; A glory circling round the soul...
Page 30 - Or, turning to the Vatican, go see Laocoon's torture dignifying pain — A father's love and mortal's agony With an immortal's patience blending : — vain The struggle ; vain, against the coiling strain And gripe, and deepening of the dragon's grasp, The old man's clench ; the long envenom'd chain Rivets the living links, — the enormous asp Enforces pang on pang, and stifles gasp on gasp.
Page 32 - Or view the Lord of the unerring bow, The God of life, and poesy, and light The Sun in human limbs arrayed, and brow All radiant from his triumph in the fight; The shaft hath just been shot - the arrow bright With an immortal's vengeance; in his eye And nostril beautiful disdain, and might, And majesty, flash their full lightnings by, Developing in that one glance the Deity.
Page 14 - Tis that must bear us out ; To God we call for succour, For He it is, we know, That must aid us and save us, When the stormy winds do blow. The lawyer and the usurer That sit in gowns of fur, In closets warm, can take no harm...
Page 30 - I see before me the Gladiator lie: He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him! — He is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.