Blackwood's Magazine, Volum 7W. Blackwood., 1820 |
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... passed over it in a more delicate man- ner - but the general resemblance was not rendered more perfect . His bust of the lady of a Scottish judge belongs to this period - Nature furnished him with a beautiful form , and his art reflects ...
... passed over it in a more delicate man- ner - but the general resemblance was not rendered more perfect . His bust of the lady of a Scottish judge belongs to this period - Nature furnished him with a beautiful form , and his art reflects ...
Side 7
... passed over it in a more delicate man- ner - but the general resemblance was not rendered more perfect . His bust of the lady of a Scottish judge belongs to this period - Nature furnished him with a beautiful form , and his art reflects ...
... passed over it in a more delicate man- ner - but the general resemblance was not rendered more perfect . His bust of the lady of a Scottish judge belongs to this period - Nature furnished him with a beautiful form , and his art reflects ...
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... passed by Par- liament it is that the attacks of the Radical Reformers have been particu- larly directed . Gentlemen , the first answer to this averment is , that the Act leaves untouched all the constitu- tional modes of assembly which ...
... passed by Par- liament it is that the attacks of the Radical Reformers have been particu- larly directed . Gentlemen , the first answer to this averment is , that the Act leaves untouched all the constitu- tional modes of assembly which ...
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... passed the fol- lowing resolution : " Resolved , that the people are under God , the original of all just powers ! " Well , can any sentiment be more just and reasonable ? Is it not the foundation of all the liberties of man- kind ? Be ...
... passed the fol- lowing resolution : " Resolved , that the people are under God , the original of all just powers ! " Well , can any sentiment be more just and reasonable ? Is it not the foundation of all the liberties of man- kind ? Be ...
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... passed free from amongst them all , To gaze on you alone . I might have clasped Lovely and royal maids , and throned queens , Sea - nymphs , or fairy shapes that glide along Like light across the hills , or those that make Mysterious ...
... passed free from amongst them all , To gaze on you alone . I might have clasped Lovely and royal maids , and throned queens , Sea - nymphs , or fairy shapes that glide along Like light across the hills , or those that make Mysterious ...
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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...