New Monthly Magazine, and Universal Register, Band 10Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth Henry Colburn, 1818 |
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... Miss M. S. Croker . These volumes will , we have no doubt , be read with interest and pleasure . Many of the characters are pourtrayed with spirit and energy . Those of the elder Mr. Ad- lam and Ruth are admirably contrasted . The ...
... Miss M. S. Croker . These volumes will , we have no doubt , be read with interest and pleasure . Many of the characters are pourtrayed with spirit and energy . Those of the elder Mr. Ad- lam and Ruth are admirably contrasted . The ...
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... Miss Edgeworth has depicted with great fidelity and incomparable hu- mour the manners of the lower classes of the Irish , - and though the author of Waverly has left imperishable monu- ments of Scottish peculiarities , yet the ...
... Miss Edgeworth has depicted with great fidelity and incomparable hu- mour the manners of the lower classes of the Irish , - and though the author of Waverly has left imperishable monu- ments of Scottish peculiarities , yet the ...
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... Miss E. Blanchard ( daughter of Mr. Blanchard of Covent - Garden , and who , we believe , had but once before appeared in public at her father's benefit ) made a very successful debut in the cha- racter of Emily Worthington . young lady ...
... Miss E. Blanchard ( daughter of Mr. Blanchard of Covent - Garden , and who , we believe , had but once before appeared in public at her father's benefit ) made a very successful debut in the cha- racter of Emily Worthington . young lady ...
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... Miss Scribble is apprehended by the police officer , and brought to the oflice by mistake for Arabel- la , on the charge made by Lord Liquorish . This gives rise to a very whimsical scene of equivoque , the literary lady mistaking the ...
... Miss Scribble is apprehended by the police officer , and brought to the oflice by mistake for Arabel- la , on the charge made by Lord Liquorish . This gives rise to a very whimsical scene of equivoque , the literary lady mistaking the ...
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... Miss H. Warwick , both of Twickenham . Lord James Stuart , brother to the Mar- quis of Bute , to Miss Tighe , only daughter of the late W. T. esq . of Woodstock , Kil- kenny . S. Phillips , esq . son of the late B. P. esq . of St. Mary ...
... Miss H. Warwick , both of Twickenham . Lord James Stuart , brother to the Mar- quis of Bute , to Miss Tighe , only daughter of the late W. T. esq . of Woodstock , Kil- kenny . S. Phillips , esq . son of the late B. P. esq . of St. Mary ...
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Seite 119 - Over thy decent shoulders drawn. Come, but keep thy wonted state, With even step and musing gait, And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes...
Seite 132 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Seite 36 - Theirs buxom health, of rosy hue, Wild wit, invention ever new, And lively cheer, of vigour born ; The thoughtless day, the easy night, The spirits pure, the slumbers light, That fly th
Seite 546 - In the name of the Most Holy and Indivisible Trinity, " Their majesties, the emperor of Austria, the king of Prussia, and the emperor of Russia...
Seite 36 - Ah happy hills, ah pleasing shade, Ah fields belov'd in vain, Where once my careless childhood stray'd, A stranger yet to pain...
Seite 118 - Fountain heads, and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves ! Moonlight walks, when all the fowls Are warmly housed, save bats and owls ! A midnight bell, a parting groan ! These are the sounds we feed upon ; Then stretch our bones in a still gloomy valley ; Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.
Seite 39 - An Act for the Encouragement of Learning, by vesting the Copies of printed Books in the Authors or Purchasers of such Copies during the Times therein mentioned...
Seite 157 - The moon is up, and yet it is not night; Sunset divides the sky with her; a sea Of glory streams along the Alpine height Of blue Friuli's mountains; Heaven is free From clouds, but of all colours seems to be, — Melted to one vast Iris of the West, — Where the Day joins the past Eternity, While, on the other hand, meek Dian's crest Floats through the azure air — an island of the blest!
Seite 295 - Lo, these are parts of his ways: but how little a portion is heard of him? but the thunder of his power who can understand?
Seite 159 - But I have lived, and have not lived in vain : My mind may lose its force, my blood its fire, And my frame perish even in conquering pain, But there is that within me which shall tire Torture and Time, and breathe when I expire...