Knight's Quarterly Magazine, Том 3Knight, 1824 |
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... appear inconsistent with truth and strict judgment . A third writer upon Italy , Lady Morgan , has displayed upon this interesting subject a most philosophical impartiality , which , however , may not suit those of her readers who are ...
... appear inconsistent with truth and strict judgment . A third writer upon Italy , Lady Morgan , has displayed upon this interesting subject a most philosophical impartiality , which , however , may not suit those of her readers who are ...
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... appears perfectly sensible of the futility of expecting too great perfection in man , yet seems to fall at times into the error he ani- madverts upon . He seems to desire a moderation in the great discussions of mankind , which we are ...
... appears perfectly sensible of the futility of expecting too great perfection in man , yet seems to fall at times into the error he ani- madverts upon . He seems to desire a moderation in the great discussions of mankind , which we are ...
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... appear to the misjudging to be a worse calamity than bad government , because its miseries are collected together within a short space and time , and may easily at one view be taken in and perceived . But the misfortunes of nations ...
... appear to the misjudging to be a worse calamity than bad government , because its miseries are collected together within a short space and time , and may easily at one view be taken in and perceived . But the misfortunes of nations ...
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... appear even more marvellous to Lucian , is now susceptible of an easy explana- tion ; and a few observations , in ... appears to be indeed the land of Bacchus , for they meet with a river of wine , and there were fish in it , which * See ...
... appear even more marvellous to Lucian , is now susceptible of an easy explana- tion ; and a few observations , in ... appears to be indeed the land of Bacchus , for they meet with a river of wine , and there were fish in it , which * See ...
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... appear before Rhadamanthus . They arrive just as Ajax is condemned to be put into the hands of Hip- pocrates to be dosed with hellebore , and not to be re - admitted to the immortal banquet till he has recovered his senses . other ...
... appear before Rhadamanthus . They arrive just as Ajax is condemned to be put into the hands of Hip- pocrates to be dosed with hellebore , and not to be re - admitted to the immortal banquet till he has recovered his senses . other ...
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Страница 191 - Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, Shall I nestle near thy side? Wouldst thou me? — And I replied, No, not thee! Death will come when thou art dead, Soon, too soon — Sleep will come when thou art fled; Of neither would I ask the boon I ask of thee, beloved Night— Swift be thine approaching flight, Come soon, soon!
Страница 83 - Sorrow is knowledge : they who know the most Must mourn the deepest o'er the fatal truth, The tree of knowledge is not that of life.
Страница 189 - SWIFT as a spirit hastening to his task Of glory and of good, the sun sprang forth Rejoicing in his splendour, and the mask Of darkness fell from the awakened Earth. The smokeless altars of the mountain snows Flamed above crimson clouds, and at the birth Of light, the Ocean's orison arose, To which the birds tempered their matin lay.
Страница 86 - Slow melting strains their Queen's approach declare : Where'er she turns the Graces homage pay. With arms sublime, that float upon the air, In gliding state she wins her easy way : O'er her warm cheek, and rising bosom, move The bloom of young Desire, and purple light of Love.
Страница 190 - I PANT for the music which is divine, My heart in its thirst is a dying flower; Pour forth the sound like enchanted wine, Loosen the notes in a silver shower; Like a herbless plain, for the gentle rain, I gasp, I faint, till they wake again.
Страница 190 - SWIFTLY walk over the western wave, Spirit of Night ! Out of the misty eastern cave, Where all the long and lone daylight, Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear, Which make thee terrible and dear, — Swift be thy flight...
Страница 191 - The breath of the moist earth is light, Around its unexpanded buds ; Like many a voice of one delight, The winds, the birds, the ocean floods, The City's voice itself is soft like Solitude's.
Страница 39 - As when to them who sail Beyond the Cape of Hope, and now are past Mozambic, off at sea north-east winds blow Sabean odours from the spicy shore Of Araby the Blest; with, such delay Well pleased they slack their course, and many a league Cheer'd with the grateful smell old Ocean smiles...
Страница 304 - ... to some misshapen idol over the ruined dome of our proudest temple, and shall see a single naked fisherman wash his nets in the river of the ten thousand masts...