The New Monthly Magazine, and Literary Journal, 6 tomas1823 |
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... singing Songs 274 What Life to choose The Isle of Founts , an Indian Tradition 284 Las Cases ' Journal of the Conversations of Napoleon 289 298 Peranzúles , a Spanish Historical Fragment The Living French Poets CONTENTS .
... singing Songs 274 What Life to choose The Isle of Founts , an Indian Tradition 284 Las Cases ' Journal of the Conversations of Napoleon 289 298 Peranzúles , a Spanish Historical Fragment The Living French Poets CONTENTS .
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... singing of them- selves , " Exegi monumentum " and " Jamque opus , " & c . on account of their poetry , how much more may a Gesner , a Baxter , or a Heinsius boast , whose labours have prevented these ( so called ) immortal works from ...
... singing of them- selves , " Exegi monumentum " and " Jamque opus , " & c . on account of their poetry , how much more may a Gesner , a Baxter , or a Heinsius boast , whose labours have prevented these ( so called ) immortal works from ...
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... singing in the trees , and the leaves flutter- ing in the wind ; the external gaiety giving the character of an appal- ling antithesis to the painful silence , immoveable attitudes , and spell- bound looks of the care - worn figures ...
... singing in the trees , and the leaves flutter- ing in the wind ; the external gaiety giving the character of an appal- ling antithesis to the painful silence , immoveable attitudes , and spell- bound looks of the care - worn figures ...
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... singing and whistling , their happiness , seeming to be a mockery of my wretchedness , filled me with a malignant rage . By the time I had reached the bridge , the rain had ceased , the rising sun , glancing upon the river threw a bloom ...
... singing and whistling , their happiness , seeming to be a mockery of my wretchedness , filled me with a malignant rage . By the time I had reached the bridge , the rain had ceased , the rising sun , glancing upon the river threw a bloom ...
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... Singing of gentle ladies praise to move : Nor these , nor all the joys that earth contains Again can reach this heart of mine , that lies Buried with her , who to my longing eyes Was life and light ; now wearied with life's chains , I ...
... Singing of gentle ladies praise to move : Nor these , nor all the joys that earth contains Again can reach this heart of mine , that lies Buried with her , who to my longing eyes Was life and light ; now wearied with life's chains , I ...
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41 psl. - Ye winds that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me ? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.
278 psl. - And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
339 psl. - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, — often the surfeit of our own behaviour, — we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars...
536 psl. - 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.
539 psl. - O, let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was ; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time.
114 psl. - I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on the recovery of my freedom, and, perhaps, the establishment of my fame. But my pride was soon humbled, and a sober melancholy was spread over my mind, by the idea that I had taken an everlasting leave of an old and agreeable companion, and that whatsoever might be the future date of my History, the life of the historian must be short and precarious.
113 psl. - It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that I wrote the last lines of the last page, in a summer-house in my garden. After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent.
539 psl. - Then what they do in present, Though less than yours in past, must o'ertop yours: For time is like a fashionable host, That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms outstretch'd as he would fly, Grasps in the comer. Welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing.
63 psl. - Neither a borrower nor a lender be ; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
114 psl. - After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent. I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on the recovery of my freedom, and, perhaps, the establishment of my fame.