Blackwood's Magazine, Volum 7W. Blackwood., 1820 |
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... light we have received from the pro- ductions of Mr Chantrey . During the hours of intermission from labour at the farm , and instruc- tion at the school , he had amused him VOL . VII . self in making resemblances of various objects in ...
... light we have received from the pro- ductions of Mr Chantrey . During the hours of intermission from labour at the farm , and instruc- tion at the school , he had amused him VOL . VII . self in making resemblances of various objects in ...
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... light of ancient ages . The Grecian beauty and nature which he has chosen for his models , he sees through the eyes of other men - he cannot contemplate living , the very excellence he seeks to attain . Of the meek austere com- posure ...
... light of ancient ages . The Grecian beauty and nature which he has chosen for his models , he sees through the eyes of other men - he cannot contemplate living , the very excellence he seeks to attain . Of the meek austere com- posure ...
Side 9
... light might be seen in his window at midnight - frequently far in the morn- ing and there he might be found working at groupes and figures with anabated diligence and enthusiasm . Of these early efforts , little is visible -except the ...
... light might be seen in his window at midnight - frequently far in the morn- ing and there he might be found working at groupes and figures with anabated diligence and enthusiasm . Of these early efforts , little is visible -except the ...
Side 9
... light of ancient ages . The Grecian beauty and nature which he has chosen for his models , he sees through the eyes of other men - he cannot contemplate living , the very excellence he seeks to attain . Of the meek austere com- posure ...
... light of ancient ages . The Grecian beauty and nature which he has chosen for his models , he sees through the eyes of other men - he cannot contemplate living , the very excellence he seeks to attain . Of the meek austere com- posure ...
Side 9
... light of ancient ages . The Grecian beauty and nature which he has chosen for his models , he sees through the eyes of other men he cannot contemplate living , the very excellence he seeks to attain . Of the meek austere com- posure of ...
... light of ancient ages . The Grecian beauty and nature which he has chosen for his models , he sees through the eyes of other men he cannot contemplate living , the very excellence he seeks to attain . Of the meek austere com- posure of ...
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Side 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!
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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...
Side 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...
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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...