The New Monthly Magazine, Volume 4E. Littell, 1822 |
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... short time after the twelfth century . To him is attributed the merit of having reduced the sonnet to the regular form and laws , which it has ever since retained . Among the speci- mens of his talent , some are wonderful for his age ...
... short time after the twelfth century . To him is attributed the merit of having reduced the sonnet to the regular form and laws , which it has ever since retained . Among the speci- mens of his talent , some are wonderful for his age ...
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... short , you meet in the valleys every gradation of this singular malady , from the most hideous objects of disease and im- becility to the gentle protuberance and roundness of neck , which is ob- servable in the finest women in the ...
... short , you meet in the valleys every gradation of this singular malady , from the most hideous objects of disease and im- becility to the gentle protuberance and roundness of neck , which is ob- servable in the finest women in the ...
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... short time , the bleak bare rocks , the impending glaciers , and gloomy crags which hemmed us in on all sides . A brown bare sterility was observable all around . The snows were not considerable , owing to the mildness of the season and ...
... short time , the bleak bare rocks , the impending glaciers , and gloomy crags which hemmed us in on all sides . A brown bare sterility was observable all around . The snows were not considerable , owing to the mildness of the season and ...
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... short piece of poetry which conveyed a single idea , or expressed a single feeling ; and what at first was nothing more than the naked communi- cation of a fact , acquired in the end a recognized and respectable station in literature ...
... short piece of poetry which conveyed a single idea , or expressed a single feeling ; and what at first was nothing more than the naked communi- cation of a fact , acquired in the end a recognized and respectable station in literature ...
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... short production , containing some conceit of thought , or play upon words , and generally of a satirical cast . Its inventors , however , never used it as a medium of satire or pun ; and very rarely , and only in the decline of Grecian ...
... short production , containing some conceit of thought , or play upon words , and generally of a satirical cast . Its inventors , however , never used it as a medium of satire or pun ; and very rarely , and only in the decline of Grecian ...
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Page 530 - She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat, like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Page 363 - Ceremony, Not all these, laid in bed majestical, Can sleep so soundly as the wretched slave, Who with a body fill'd and vacant mind Gets him to rest, cramm'd with distressful bread...
Page 135 - Though in their souls, which thus each other thwarted, Love was the very root of the fond rage Which blighted their life's bloom, and then departed: Itself expired, but leaving them an age Of years all winters, — war within themselves to wage.
Page 38 - Vanbrugh , and is a good example of his heavy though imposing style (*Lie heavy on him, Earth, for he Laid many a heavy load on thee"), with a Corinthian portico in the centre and two projecting wings.
Page 399 - The pattern grows, the well-depicted flower, Wrought patiently into the snowy lawn, Unfolds its bosom ; buds, and leaves, and sprigs, And curling tendrils, gracefully disposed, Follow the nimble finger of the fair — A wreath that cannot fade, of flowers that blow With most success when all besides decay.
Page 443 - ve sworn by our country's assaulters, By the virgins they 've dragg'd from our altars, By our massacred patriots, our children in chains, By our heroes of old and their blood in our veins, That living, we shall be victorious, Or that dying, our deaths shall be glorious. A breath of submission we breathe not; The sword that we 've drawn we will sheathe not ! Its scabbard is left where our martyrs are laid, And the vengeance of ages has whetted its blade.
Page 443 - AGAIN to the battle, Achaians ! Our hearts bid the tyrants defiance ; Our land, the first garden of Liberty's tree — It has been, and shall yet be, the land of the free : For the cross of our faith is replanted, The pale dying crescent is daunted, And we march that the foot-prints of Mahomet's slaves May be washed out in blood from our forefathers
Page 161 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast?
Page 443 - Till we've trampled the turban, and shown ourselves worth Being sprung from and named for the godlike of earth. Strike home, and the world shall revere us As heroes descended from heroes.
Page 426 - A strange fish! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o