Noetes Ambrosianæ, Band 5Redfield, 1854 |
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... sing them like natives- North . Not oysters . Tickler . Don't be silly . There is no humor in mere nonsense . North . I'm told the Basso Relievo roars like a Bull of Bashan . Tickler . Don't be silly . I tell you again there is no humor ...
... sing them like natives- North . Not oysters . Tickler . Don't be silly . There is no humor in mere nonsense . North . I'm told the Basso Relievo roars like a Bull of Bashan . Tickler . Don't be silly . I tell you again there is no humor ...
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... sing , and to harp Apollo . North . Equally loathsome is your amateur in painting and in sculpture . Nothing makes ... sings . almost as well in 1854 as I have heard her in 1828. - Joseph Wood , the tenor , and husband to Mary Anne Paton ...
... sing , and to harp Apollo . North . Equally loathsome is your amateur in painting and in sculpture . Nothing makes ... sings . almost as well in 1854 as I have heard her in 1828. - Joseph Wood , the tenor , and husband to Mary Anne Paton ...
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... sing you an appropriate song- STANZAS TO MUSIC . WHERE are thy fountains , music , where the deep mysterious tide ... sings her thousand songs on earth and Heaven 1832.] ...
... sing you an appropriate song- STANZAS TO MUSIC . WHERE are thy fountains , music , where the deep mysterious tide ... sings her thousand songs on earth and Heaven 1832.] ...
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... sing ; and let the burthen be , The anchor is the anvil king , and royal craftsmen we ! Strike in , strike in - the sparks begin to dull their rustling red ; Our hammers ring with sharper din , our work will soon be sped : Our anchor ...
... sing ; and let the burthen be , The anchor is the anvil king , and royal craftsmen we ! Strike in , strike in - the sparks begin to dull their rustling red ; Our hammers ring with sharper din , our work will soon be sped : Our anchor ...
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... sing , Spite of treason and blasphemy- " God save the King ! " Tickler . Priests , Prelates , and Churchmen , who honor the creed For which martyrs have bled , for which martyrs may bleed , When Atheists and Papists your flocks shall ...
... sing , Spite of treason and blasphemy- " God save the King ! " Tickler . Priests , Prelates , and Churchmen , who honor the creed For which martyrs have bled , for which martyrs may bleed , When Atheists and Papists your flocks shall ...
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admiration afore alang amang Ambrose ance anither atween auld Aytoun baith beauty Bill Brougham Buller canna character Charles Kemble Christopher North cou'd cretur dear James dinna doon Duke Edinburgh England eyes face fear feel Forest frae genius Grey gude Hall happy haun hear heard heart heaven Hogg honor hope House human hurra imagination intil ither Jeffrey King look Lord Lord Advocate Lord Althorp Lord Brougham Lord Grey Lord Melbourne Maginn mair maist maun micht mind Mullion mysell naething nature never Noctes North owre passion poet political Reform Registrar round Sam Anderson Scotland Shepherd sing soul speak spirit sure tell thae theatres there's thing thocht thou Tickler Tory true verra warld weel Whig WILLIAM MAGINN word wou'd
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 176 - What needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones, The labour of an age in piled stones, Or that his hallowed relics should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of Fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a livelong monument.
Seite 77 - It was not in the battle; No tempest gave the shock; She sprang no fatal leak; She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men.
Seite 34 - For the yeo-heave-o', and the heave-away, and the sighing seaman's cheer : When, weighing slow, at eve they go, far, far from love and home ; And sobbing sweethearts, in a row, wail o'er the ocean foam. In livid and obdurate gloom he darkens down at last; A shapely one he is, and strong, as e'er from cat was cast.
Seite 34 - And for the ghastly-grinning shark, to laugh his jaws to scorn: To leap down on the kraken's back, where 'mid Norwegian isles He lies, a lubber anchorage for sudden...
Seite 34 - King, and royal craftsmen we ; Strike in, strike in, the sparks begin to dull their rustling red!" Our hammers ring with sharper din, our work will soon be sped ; Our anchor soon must change...
Seite 420 - twas a bashful art, That I might rather feel, than see, The swelling of her heart. I calmed her fears, and she was calm, And told her love with virgin pride; And so I won my Genevieve, My bright and beauteous Bride.
Seite 297 - Search then the ruling passion: there, alone, The wild are constant, and the cunning known; The fool consistent, and the false sincere; Priests, princes, women, no dissemblers here. This clue once found, unravels all the rest, The prospect clears, and Wharton stands confest.
Seite 34 - Give honor to their memories who left the pleasant strand, To shed their blood so freely for the love of Fatherland — Who left their chance of quiet age and...
Seite 146 - And heaven had wanted one immortal song. But wild Ambition loves to slide, not stand, And Fortune's ice prefers to Virtue's land.
Seite 11 - Twas thus, by the cave of the mountain afar, While his harp rung symphonious, a hermit began ; No more with himself or with nature at war, He thought as a sage, though he felt as a man.