New Monthly Magazine, and Universal Register, 8 tomasThomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Thomas Hood, Theodore Edward Hook, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth E. W. Allen, 1823 |
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... Edward Hook, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth. NEW THE MONTHLY MAGAZINE AND LITERARY JOURNAL . VOL . VIII . ORIGINAL PAPERS . LONDON : PRINTED FOR HENRY COLBURN AND CO . 1823 . 7282.5 1865 , erkan . 12 . GALEY n Edward.
... Edward Hook, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth. NEW THE MONTHLY MAGAZINE AND LITERARY JOURNAL . VOL . VIII . ORIGINAL PAPERS . LONDON : PRINTED FOR HENRY COLBURN AND CO . 1823 . 7282.5 1865 , erkan . 12 . GALEY n Edward.
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... Edward Hook, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth. 7282.5 1865 , erkan . 12 . GALEY n Edward Fitinslow , of Boston . LONDON : PRINTED BY S. AND R. BENTLEY , DORSET - STREET . CONTENTS OF THE EIGHTH VOLUME . PAGE .. Sketches of.
... Edward Hook, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth. 7282.5 1865 , erkan . 12 . GALEY n Edward Fitinslow , of Boston . LONDON : PRINTED BY S. AND R. BENTLEY , DORSET - STREET . CONTENTS OF THE EIGHTH VOLUME . PAGE .. Sketches of.
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... London Lyrics : Time and Love ; Surnames Rouge et Noir Sonnet from Petrarch No. VI . 1 , VII . 393 11 12 .. No. IV . 17 , V. 124 22 .. 23 31 Actors and Theatricals 32 Invocation to the Cuckoo 38 The Village Bells 40 A Day in London 44 ...
... London Lyrics : Time and Love ; Surnames Rouge et Noir Sonnet from Petrarch No. VI . 1 , VII . 393 11 12 .. No. IV . 17 , V. 124 22 .. 23 31 Actors and Theatricals 32 Invocation to the Cuckoo 38 The Village Bells 40 A Day in London 44 ...
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... London Lyrics : Five Hundred a Year Why do we Love ? Mrs. Dobbs at Home H Memoirs of a Haunch of Mutton The Moorish Bridal Song Sonnet from the Italian Winchester To a Jasmine fallen from Lelia's bosom Civic Sports Visit to the Museums ...
... London Lyrics : Five Hundred a Year Why do we Love ? Mrs. Dobbs at Home H Memoirs of a Haunch of Mutton The Moorish Bridal Song Sonnet from the Italian Winchester To a Jasmine fallen from Lelia's bosom Civic Sports Visit to the Museums ...
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... London Lyrics : The Watering Places A Walk to Vincennes Address to the Stars HLetters to the Royal Literary Society Stanzas The Good Old Times To the Evening Star Philosophy on the Road - The Yacht Club To the last Leaf of Autumn Marco ...
... London Lyrics : The Watering Places A Walk to Vincennes Address to the Stars HLetters to the Royal Literary Society Stanzas The Good Old Times To the Evening Star Philosophy on the Road - The Yacht Club To the last Leaf of Autumn Marco ...
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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.
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337 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...
272 psl. - ALL worldly shapes shall melt in gloom, The Sun himself must die, Before this mortal shall assume Its immortality ! I saw a vision in my sleep, That gave my spirit strength to sweep Adown the gulf of Time ! I...
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.
273 psl. - His pomp, his pride, his skill ; And arts that made fire, flood, and earth, The vassals of his will ; — Yet mourn I not thy parted sway, Thou dim discrowned king of day : For all those trophied arts And triumphs that beneath thee sprang, Heal'd not a passion or a pang Entail'd on human hearts.
264 psl. - Or call up him that left half told The story of Cambuscan bold, Of Camball, and of Algarsife, And who had Canace to wife, That own'd the virtuous ring and glass, And of the wondrous horse of brass, On which the Tartar king did ride...
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273 psl. - The eclipse of Nature spreads my pall, The majesty of darkness shall Receive my parting ghost! This spirit shall return to Him Who gave its heavenly spark; Yet think not, Sun, it shall be dim When thou thyself art dark! No! it shall live again, and shine In bliss unknown...