The London Magazine, Volume 6Baldwin, Cradock, and Joy, 1822 |
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... Poets Parting . On Magazine Writers ..... ....... Sketch of the City of Naples : Letter 5 II . 9 ..... .... Song ..... 77 78 84 THE DRAMA . 10 Roman Actor . - Mountaineers.- 20 The Waterman , & c . ....... 85 21 Report of Music 90 93 27 ...
... Poets Parting . On Magazine Writers ..... ....... Sketch of the City of Naples : Letter 5 II . 9 ..... .... Song ..... 77 78 84 THE DRAMA . 10 Roman Actor . - Mountaineers.- 20 The Waterman , & c . ....... 85 21 Report of Music 90 93 27 ...
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... poem which his son addressed to him when he had attained his twenty - first year , and in which he acknowledged with gratitude the instructions he had re- ceived from him in the arts of painting , poetry , and music . In 1742 , he was ...
... poem which his son addressed to him when he had attained his twenty - first year , and in which he acknowledged with gratitude the instructions he had re- ceived from him in the arts of painting , poetry , and music . In 1742 , he was ...
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... poem was enough to in- duce a suspicion , that the art which it taught ( if art it can be called ) was not founded on general and per- manent principles . It was rather a mode which the taste of the time and country had rendered ...
... poem was enough to in- duce a suspicion , that the art which it taught ( if art it can be called ) was not founded on general and per- manent principles . It was rather a mode which the taste of the time and country had rendered ...
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... poems to his patron , the Earl of Holdernesse , de- scribes in his best manner the hap- piness he enjoyed in this retreat . He was not long permitted to add to his other pleasures the comforts of a connubial life . In 1765 , he had mar ...
... poems to his patron , the Earl of Holdernesse , de- scribes in his best manner the hap- piness he enjoyed in this retreat . He was not long permitted to add to his other pleasures the comforts of a connubial life . In 1765 , he had mar ...
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... poems , it was not pub- lished till the year of his decease . The beginning promises well ; and the language of our old writers is at first tolerably well imitated . There is afterwards too much trick and too many prettinesses ; such is ...
... poems , it was not pub- lished till the year of his decease . The beginning promises well ; and the language of our old writers is at first tolerably well imitated . There is afterwards too much trick and too many prettinesses ; such is ...
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Page 243 - Again he felt and fumbled at the pig. It did not burn him so much now ; still, he licked his fingers from a sort of habit. The truth at length broke into his slow understanding that it was the pig that smelt so, and the pig that tasted so delicious...
Page 244 - Bo-bo, whose scent was wonderfully sharpened since morning, soon raked out another pig, and fairly rending it asunder, thrust the lesser half by main force into the fists of Ho-ti, still shouting out, "Eat, eat, eat the burnt pig, Father, only taste— O Lord," with suchlike barbarous ejaculations, cramming all the while as if he would choke.
Page 17 - With fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave : thou shalt not lack The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose ; nor The azured hare-bell, like thy veins ; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...
Page 244 - Bo-bo was strictly enjoined not to let the secret escape, for the neighbors would certainly have stoned them for a couple of abominable wretches, who could think of improving upon the good meat which God had sent them. Nevertheless, strange stories got about. It was observed that Ho-ti's cottage was burnt down now more frequently than ever. Nothing but fires from this time forward.
Page 245 - O call it not fat! but an indefinable sweetness growing up to it — the tender blossoming of fat — fat cropped in the bud — taken in the shoot — in the first innocence — the cream and quintessence of the child-pig's yet pure food — the lean, no lean, but a kind of animal manna — or, rather, fat and lean (if it must be so) so blended and running into each other, that both together make but one ambrosian result or common substance. Behold him while he is ' doing' — it seemeth rather...
Page 244 - People built slighter and slighter every day, until it was feared that the very science of architecture would in no long time be lost to the world.
Page 246 - I made him a present of the whole cake. I walked on a little, buoyed up, as one is on such occasions, with a sweet soothing of self-satisfaction; but before I had got to the end of the bridge my better feelings returned, and I burst into tears, thinking how ungrateful I had been to my good aunt, to go and give her good gift away to a stranger that I had never seen before, and who might be a bad man for aught I knew; and then I thought of the pleasure my aunt would be taking in thinking that I (I...
Page 34 - But where a book is at once both good and rare, where the individual is almost the species, and when that perishes, We know not where is that Promethean torch That can its light relumine...
Page 35 - Shall I be thought fantastical if I confess that the names of some of our poets sound sweeter, and have a finer relish to the ear — to mine, at least — than that of Milton or of Shakspeare?
Page 246 - Whether, supposing that the flavour of a pig who obtained his death by whipping (per flagellationem extremam) superadded a pleasure upon the palate of a man more intense than any possible suffering we can conceive in the animal, is man justified in using that method of putting the animal to death ?