Retrospective Review, Volume 9Henry Southern, Sir Nicholas Harris Nicolas C. and H. Baldwyn, 1824 - English literature |
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... living he cared not for't , He loved not the muses so well as his sport ; And prized black eyes , or a lucky hit At bowls , above all the trophies of wit ; But Apollo was angry , and publickly said " Twere fit that a fine were set ...
... living he cared not for't , He loved not the muses so well as his sport ; And prized black eyes , or a lucky hit At bowls , above all the trophies of wit ; But Apollo was angry , and publickly said " Twere fit that a fine were set ...
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... living under the obedience of the society , induced Ignatius to take charge of her and two Roman ladies , who had joined her . But he soon repented of this mode of shewing his gratitude and gal- lantry , and was heard to say , " that ...
... living under the obedience of the society , induced Ignatius to take charge of her and two Roman ladies , who had joined her . But he soon repented of this mode of shewing his gratitude and gal- lantry , and was heard to say , " that ...
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... living creatures , " were the four angels who presided each over a portion of the four - fold division of the globe . The monarchical principle in those times shot out into four divisions , and each claimed a guardian angel . The wheels ...
... living creatures , " were the four angels who presided each over a portion of the four - fold division of the globe . The monarchical principle in those times shot out into four divisions , and each claimed a guardian angel . The wheels ...
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... living at the time when the name of Blake ( the Nel- son of the day ) was the pride of England , and the terror of her foes , his young heart swelled with the enthusiasm of joining the gallant band . Being left an orphan , he commenced ...
... living at the time when the name of Blake ( the Nel- son of the day ) was the pride of England , and the terror of her foes , his young heart swelled with the enthusiasm of joining the gallant band . Being left an orphan , he commenced ...
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... living , who treasure in their mind the remembrance of that excellent man . A pleasing memorial , which death alone can destroy . He , however , quitted his country in the professed characters of a sailor , a commander , and a ...
... living , who treasure in their mind the remembrance of that excellent man . A pleasing memorial , which death alone can destroy . He , however , quitted his country in the professed characters of a sailor , a commander , and a ...
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Page 314 - Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere; Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Page 31 - WHY so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
Page 12 - Osiris, took the virgin truth, hewed her lovely form into a thousand pieces, and scattered them to the four winds. From that time ever since, the sad friends of truth, such as durst appear, imitating the careful search that Isis made for the mangled body of Osiris, went up and down gathering up limb by limb still as they could find them.
Page 314 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Page 361 - I know that all the muse's heavenly lays, With toil of sprite which are so dearly bought, As idle sounds, of few or none are sought, That there is nothing lighter than mere praise.
Page 314 - Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise and sink On the chafed ocean side? • There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast.— The desert and illimitable air,— Lone wandering, but not lost.
Page 19 - ... is so sprightly up, as that it has not only wherewith to guard well its own freedom and safety, but to spare, and to bestow upon the solidest and sublimest points of controversy and new invention, it betokens us not degenerated, nor drooping to a fatal decay...
Page 12 - Him were laid asleep, then straight arose a wicked race of deceivers, who, as that story goes of the Egyptian Typhon, i with his conspirators, how they dealt with the good Osiris, took the virgin Truth, hewed her lovely form into a thousand pieces, and scattered them to the four winds. From that time ever since, the sad friends of...
Page 13 - To be still searching what we know not, by what we know, still closing up truth to truth as we find it (for all her body is homogeneal, and proportional) this is the golden rule in Theology as well as in Arithmetic, and makes up the best harmony in a church; not the forced and outward union of cold, and neutral, and inwardly divided minds.
Page 364 - Since that dear voice which did thy sounds approve, Which wont in such harmonious strains to flow, Is reft from earth to tune those spheres above, What art thou but a harbinger of woe? Thy pleasing notes be pleasing notes no more, But orphans...