The London Magazine, Volume 6Baldwin, Cradock, and Joy, 1822 |
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... children learn to dread , Whose leaves like razors mingling there Oft make the youngster turn , Leaving his rushes in despair , A wounded hand to mourn . What wonders strike my idle gaze , As near the Wanderings in June . [ July.
... children learn to dread , Whose leaves like razors mingling there Oft make the youngster turn , Leaving his rushes in despair , A wounded hand to mourn . What wonders strike my idle gaze , As near the Wanderings in June . [ July.
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... turn . In the Probationary Odes , his pecu- liarities were well caught : when the writer of these pages repeated some of the lines in which he was imi- tated , to Anna Seward , whose ad- miration of Mason is recorded in her letters ...
... turn . In the Probationary Odes , his pecu- liarities were well caught : when the writer of these pages repeated some of the lines in which he was imi- tated , to Anna Seward , whose ad- miration of Mason is recorded in her letters ...
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... turns , the borrow'd wit , The similies that nothing fit ; The cant which every fool repeats , Town jests and coffee - house conceits . Descriptions tedious , flat , and dry , And introduced - the Lord knows why . Some of these artists ...
... turns , the borrow'd wit , The similies that nothing fit ; The cant which every fool repeats , Town jests and coffee - house conceits . Descriptions tedious , flat , and dry , And introduced - the Lord knows why . Some of these artists ...
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... turn soothes the irritation of Messrs . A. and B. , and so on , through all the letters of the alpha- bet . Here is no Turkish jealousy , no hesitating dislike , no sneering eulogy ; it is the willing homage of congenial intellects to ...
... turn soothes the irritation of Messrs . A. and B. , and so on , through all the letters of the alpha- bet . Here is no Turkish jealousy , no hesitating dislike , no sneering eulogy ; it is the willing homage of congenial intellects to ...
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... turn'd into a hymn of joy , For thy downfal , Dalzell . 3 . I've trod thy banner in the dust ,. Goes to be never heard of more , Goes where the chicken went before . Among these throngs , who are se- duced by the glare of notoriety , we ...
... turn'd into a hymn of joy , For thy downfal , Dalzell . 3 . I've trod thy banner in the dust ,. Goes to be never heard of more , Goes where the chicken went before . Among these throngs , who are se- duced by the glare of notoriety , we ...
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Page 243 - Again he felt and fumbled at the pig. It did not burn him so much now ; still, he licked his fingers from a sort of habit. The truth at length broke into his slow understanding that it was the pig that smelt so, and the pig that tasted so delicious...
Page 244 - Bo-bo, whose scent was wonderfully sharpened since morning, soon raked out another pig, and fairly rending it asunder, thrust the lesser half by main force into the fists of Ho-ti, still shouting out, "Eat, eat, eat the burnt pig, Father, only taste— O Lord," with suchlike barbarous ejaculations, cramming all the while as if he would choke.
Page 17 - With fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave : thou shalt not lack The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose ; nor The azured hare-bell, like thy veins ; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...
Page 244 - Bo-bo was strictly enjoined not to let the secret escape, for the neighbors would certainly have stoned them for a couple of abominable wretches, who could think of improving upon the good meat which God had sent them. Nevertheless, strange stories got about. It was observed that Ho-ti's cottage was burnt down now more frequently than ever. Nothing but fires from this time forward.
Page 245 - O call it not fat! but an indefinable sweetness growing up to it — the tender blossoming of fat — fat cropped in the bud — taken in the shoot — in the first innocence — the cream and quintessence of the child-pig's yet pure food — the lean, no lean, but a kind of animal manna — or, rather, fat and lean (if it must be so) so blended and running into each other, that both together make but one ambrosian result or common substance. Behold him while he is ' doing' — it seemeth rather...
Page 244 - People built slighter and slighter every day, until it was feared that the very science of architecture would in no long time be lost to the world.
Page 246 - I made him a present of the whole cake. I walked on a little, buoyed up, as one is on such occasions, with a sweet soothing of self-satisfaction; but before I had got to the end of the bridge my better feelings returned, and I burst into tears, thinking how ungrateful I had been to my good aunt, to go and give her good gift away to a stranger that I had never seen before, and who might be a bad man for aught I knew; and then I thought of the pleasure my aunt would be taking in thinking that I (I...
Page 34 - But where a book is at once both good and rare, where the individual is almost the species, and when that perishes, We know not where is that Promethean torch That can its light relumine...
Page 35 - Shall I be thought fantastical if I confess that the names of some of our poets sound sweeter, and have a finer relish to the ear — to mine, at least — than that of Milton or of Shakspeare?
Page 246 - Whether, supposing that the flavour of a pig who obtained his death by whipping (per flagellationem extremam) superadded a pleasure upon the palate of a man more intense than any possible suffering we can conceive in the animal, is man justified in using that method of putting the animal to death ?