The City of London Magazine, Volume 1, Issue 1 - Volume 2, Issue 9Smith, Elder and Company, 1843 - English literature |
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... hours that pass'd Till the lady returned , flew by no means so fast As Ferdinand wished them - no doubt you can guess it Dear reader ! much better than I can express it . Suffice it to say they were like Mr. Pope's Alexandrines - but no ...
... hours that pass'd Till the lady returned , flew by no means so fast As Ferdinand wished them - no doubt you can guess it Dear reader ! much better than I can express it . Suffice it to say they were like Mr. Pope's Alexandrines - but no ...
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... hours in wordy periods , As do the Romans , ere they dare to fight . " We do not , however , mean for a moment to disparage the softer part of our language , or insinuate that it is inconsistent with our native manliness . All that is ...
... hours in wordy periods , As do the Romans , ere they dare to fight . " We do not , however , mean for a moment to disparage the softer part of our language , or insinuate that it is inconsistent with our native manliness . All that is ...
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... hours fled on . I stood as one enchanted : " This , " I cried , " This , this is life and glory ! let the pale And passionless ascetic shun a world He hates because he knows not , or , if knows , Slanders in envy ; let him still dream ...
... hours fled on . I stood as one enchanted : " This , " I cried , " This , this is life and glory ! let the pale And passionless ascetic shun a world He hates because he knows not , or , if knows , Slanders in envy ; let him still dream ...
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... hour . ' Mid the wreck I marked a broken sword , edgeless with rust , A casque half eaten by the slimy worm , And crawling things that revelled gaily there ; A crown of laurel blasted by the kiss Of yellow - lipped Corruption , at a ...
... hour . ' Mid the wreck I marked a broken sword , edgeless with rust , A casque half eaten by the slimy worm , And crawling things that revelled gaily there ; A crown of laurel blasted by the kiss Of yellow - lipped Corruption , at a ...
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... hour of conclusion , with an account of the various refreshments and entertainments . Book the Fourth might be devoted to the audience - their good humour , and noisiness ; and here might be introduced some witty re- marks relative to ...
... hour of conclusion , with an account of the various refreshments and entertainments . Book the Fourth might be devoted to the audience - their good humour , and noisiness ; and here might be introduced some witty re- marks relative to ...
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Page 143 - And surely your blood of your lives will I require : at the hand of every beast will I require it, and at the hand of man ; at the hand of every man's brother will I require the life of man. Whoso sheddeth man's blood, by man shall his blood be shed : for in the image of God made he man.
Page 200 - Could I embody and unbosom now, That which is most within me, — could I wreak My thoughts upon expression, and thus throw Soul, heart, mind, passions, feelings, strong or weak, All that I would have sought, and all I seek, Bear, know, feel, and yet breathe — into one word, And that one word were lightning, I would speak ; But as it is, I live and die unheard, [sword.
Page 198 - My soul is an enchanted boat, Which, like a sleeping swan, doth float Upon the silver waves of thy sweet singing ; And thine doth like an angel sit Beside the helm conducting it, Whilst all the winds with melody are ringing. It seems to float ever, for ever, Upon that many-winding river, Between mountains, woods, abysses, A paradise of wildernesses ! Till, like one in slumber bound Borne to the ocean, I float down, around, Into a sea profound of ever-spreading sound.
Page 334 - In Books lies the soul of the whole Past Time ; the articulate audible voice of the Past, when the body and material substance of it has altogether vanished like a dream.
Page 120 - I have of late — but wherefore I know not — lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises ; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory ; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Page 337 - The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Page 198 - The other shape, If shape it might be call'd, that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb, Or substance might be call'd that shadow seem'd, For each seem'd either ; black it stood as night, Fierce as ten furies, terrible as hell, And shook a dreadful dart ; what seem'd his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on.
Page 188 - In lowly dale, fast by a river's side, With woody hill o'er hill encompassed round, A most enchanting wizard did abide, Than whom a fiend more fell is nowhere found. It was, I ween, a lovely spot of ground ; And there a season atween June and May, Half prankt with spring, with summer half imbrowned, A listless climate made, where, sooth to say, -- No living wight could work, ne cared even for play.
Page 146 - And if a man lie not in wait, but God deliver him into his hand ; then I will appoint thee a place whither he shall flee. But if a man come presumptuously upon his neighbour, to slay him with guile ; thou shalt take him from mine altar, that he may die.
Page 198 - DUKE'S PALACE. [Enter DUKE, CURIO, LORDS; MUSICIANS attending.] DUKE. If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.