Knight's Quarterly Magazine, Band 1Charles Knight Knight., 1823 |
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... delightful , and vowed she must have a copy for her Album . " My dear Arthur , " said Frederic , " have you not Words- worth's poems , prettily bound and lettered , in the left hand corner of the second shelf of your mahogany bookcase ...
... delightful , and vowed she must have a copy for her Album . " My dear Arthur , " said Frederic , " have you not Words- worth's poems , prettily bound and lettered , in the left hand corner of the second shelf of your mahogany bookcase ...
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... delight it was to quarrel with me , and to fight with the mastiff , -to steal my grandfather's snuff- box , and to burn Dr. Heavyhit's wig . We shook hands and parted , before I could watch the developement of powers so early indicated ...
... delight it was to quarrel with me , and to fight with the mastiff , -to steal my grandfather's snuff- box , and to burn Dr. Heavyhit's wig . We shook hands and parted , before I could watch the developement of powers so early indicated ...
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... have blotted ; -but we live in a canting age , Gerard ; and a man must write in gyves to please the votaries of waltzing and the praisers of pirouettes . Gerard , there are three sentences and a half of your delightful The Editor . 15.
... have blotted ; -but we live in a canting age , Gerard ; and a man must write in gyves to please the votaries of waltzing and the praisers of pirouettes . Gerard , there are three sentences and a half of your delightful The Editor . 15.
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Charles Knight. there are three sentences and a half of your delightful Trya- mour that will not escape the microscopes of the prudes . These virtuous ladies will never rest till they have hunted out a " Cytherea all in sedges hid ...
Charles Knight. there are three sentences and a half of your delightful Trya- mour that will not escape the microscopes of the prudes . These virtuous ladies will never rest till they have hunted out a " Cytherea all in sedges hid ...
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... delightful and ( to use an old and expressive word in its original sense ) kindly glow with which he animates and realizes all he describes ; the sprightly tenuity and happy manners - painting of the author of the Entail ; and last ...
... delightful and ( to use an old and expressive word in its original sense ) kindly glow with which he animates and realizes all he describes ; the sprightly tenuity and happy manners - painting of the author of the Entail ; and last ...
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Seite 111 - ALMIGHTY God, with whom do live the spirits of them that depart hence in the Lord, and with whom the souls of the faithful, after they are delivered from the burden of the flesh, are in joy and felicity...
Seite 6 - Is lightened ; that serene and blessed mood In which the affections gently lead us on, Until the breath of this corporeal frame, And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul : While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Seite 293 - This should have been a noble creature : he Hath all the energy which would have made A goodly frame of glorious elements, Had they been wisely mingled ; as it is, It is an awful chaos — light and darkness — And mind and dust — and passions and pure thoughts, Mix'd, and contending without end or order, All dormant or destructive...
Seite 293 - My haunt, and the main region of my song. —Beauty— a living Presence of the earth, Surpassing the most fair ideal Forms Which craft of delicate Spirits hath composed From earth's materials— waits upon my steps; Pitches her tents before me as I move, An hourly neighbour.
Seite 293 - But thou, of temples old, or altars new, Standest alone — with nothing like to thee — Worthiest of God, the holy and the true. Since Zion's desolation, when that He Forsook his former city, what could be, Of earthly structures, in his honour piled, Of a sublimer aspect ? Majesty, Power, Glory, Strength, and Beauty, all are aisled In this eternal ark of worship undefiled.
Seite 293 - Oh, that I were The viewless spirit of a lovely sound, A living voice, a breathing harmony, A bodiless enjoyment— born and dying With the blest tone which made me ! Enter from below a CHAMOIS HUNTER CHAMOIS HUNTER.
Seite 305 - 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...
Seite 7 - There came up a short manly figure, marvellously upright, with a bad neckcloth, and one hand in his waistcoat pocket. Of regular beauty he had little to boast ; but in faces where there is an expression of great power, or of great good humor, or both, you do not regret its absence.
Seite 65 - Let me not have this gloomy view, About my room, around my bed ; But morning roses, wet with dew, To cool my burning brows instead. As flowers that once in Eden grew, Let them their fragrant spirits shed, And every day the sweets renew, Till I, a fading flower, am dead.
Seite 293 - Could he have kept his spirit to that flight He had been happy; but this clay will sink Its spark immortal, envying it the light To which it mounts, as if to break the link That keeps us from yon heaven which woos us to its brink.