Blackwood's Magazine, Volume 7W. Blackwood., 1820 |
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Pagina 4
... and peculiar character of the people . Should the nation pass away , her works and her deeds will always com mand admiration and awe , and will Our tis said , " You hear this , young man Francis Chantrey , Sculptor . [ April.
... and peculiar character of the people . Should the nation pass away , her works and her deeds will always com mand admiration and awe , and will Our tis said , " You hear this , young man Francis Chantrey , Sculptor . [ April.
Pagina 7
... and peculiar character of the people . Should the nation pass away , her works and her deeds will always com mand admiration and awe , and will Our tis said , " You hear this , young man Francis Chantrey , Sculptor . [ April.
... and peculiar character of the people . Should the nation pass away , her works and her deeds will always com mand admiration and awe , and will Our tis said , " You hear this , young man Francis Chantrey , Sculptor . [ April.
Pagina 9
... hear on a summer day . " In truth , genius must feel reluctance at thus measuring its might in the dark with inferior minds , and the field of adventure is usually occupied either by men of moderate or dubious merit , or youths , who ...
... hear on a summer day . " In truth , genius must feel reluctance at thus measuring its might in the dark with inferior minds , and the field of adventure is usually occupied either by men of moderate or dubious merit , or youths , who ...
Pagina 9
... hear on a summer day . " In truth , genius must feel reluctance at thus measuring its might in the dark with inferior minds , and the field of adventure is usually occupied either by men of moderate or dubious merit , or youths , who ...
... hear on a summer day . " In truth , genius must feel reluctance at thus measuring its might in the dark with inferior minds , and the field of adventure is usually occupied either by men of moderate or dubious merit , or youths , who ...
Pagina 16
... hear of the grievance from those by whom that grievance is felt ; which leaves to Manchester as Manchester , to Bir- mingham as Birmingham , to London as London , all the free scope of utter- ance which they have at any time en- joyed ...
... hear of the grievance from those by whom that grievance is felt ; which leaves to Manchester as Manchester , to Bir- mingham as Birmingham , to London as London , all the free scope of utter- ance which they have at any time en- joyed ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 184 - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
Pagina 419 - Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
Pagina 311 - O'er untravelled seas to roam, — Yet lives the blood of England in our veins ! And shall we not proclaim That blood of honest fame, Which no tyranny can tame By its chains...
Pagina 419 - Farewell the tranquil mind ! farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop and the big wars That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell, Farewell the neighing steed and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, <i The royal banner and all quality, Pride, pomp and circumstance of glorious war...
Pagina 161 - Or call up him that left half told The story of Cambuscan bold, Of Camball, and of Algarsife, And who had Canace to wife, That own'd the virtuous ring and glass, And of the wondrous horse of brass, On which the Tartar king did ride...
Pagina 314 - As to the family, they always entered in. at the gate, and most generally lived in the kitchen. To have seen a numerous household assembled around the fire, one would have imagined that he was transported back to those happy days of primeval simplicity, which float before our imaginations like golden visions. The fireplaces were of a truly patriarchal magnitude...
Pagina 284 - THE FANCY: A Selection from the Poetical Remains of the late Peter Corcoran, of Gray's Inn, student at law. With a brief Memoir of his life.
Pagina 153 - The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself; * Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like the baseless fabric of a vision, Leave not a wreck behind.
Pagina 154 - And the green turf lie lightly on thy breast : There shall the morn her earliest tears bestow, There the first roses of the year shall blow ; While angels with their silver wings o'ershade The ground, now sacred by thy reliques made.
Pagina 314 - ... worn out by the very precautions taken for its preservation. The whole house was constantly in a state of inundation, under the discipline of mops and brooms and scrubbingbrushes; and the good housewives of those days were a kind of amphibious animal, delighting exceedingly to be dabbling in water, — insomuch that an historian of the day gravely tells us, that many of his townswomen grew to have webbed fingers like unto a duck...