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... young man of Rousillon , with a short jacket , a hanging cap , and a short and lively face , drove at a gallop four horses , which carried us round Mount Canigou . The plain had not yet received a ray of the sun , when suddenly the top ...
... young man of Rousillon , with a short jacket , a hanging cap , and a short and lively face , drove at a gallop four horses , which carried us round Mount Canigou . The plain had not yet received a ray of the sun , when suddenly the top ...
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... young man in a green cloak , with several capes , dressed completely in the French fashion , rather stout , and of a very re- markable appearance . I was told that he was the son of the Marquis Mata Florida . The wind blowing violently ...
... young man in a green cloak , with several capes , dressed completely in the French fashion , rather stout , and of a very re- markable appearance . I was told that he was the son of the Marquis Mata Florida . The wind blowing violently ...
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... Young is as accomplished a gentleman as any L.L.D. A.S.S. within the four seas ; and Charles Matthews is ( can praise go higher ? ) the principal ` au- thor of several of his own entertain- ments . Dan Terry was bred an ar- chitect ...
... Young is as accomplished a gentleman as any L.L.D. A.S.S. within the four seas ; and Charles Matthews is ( can praise go higher ? ) the principal ` au- thor of several of his own entertain- ments . Dan Terry was bred an ar- chitect ...
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... young Neapolitan lady , ( called the Flower of GNIDO , from the quarter of the city of Naples in which she lived , ) at the time when a friend of the poet's was enamoured of her . Nothing , we apprehend , can be more perfectly elegant ...
... young Neapolitan lady , ( called the Flower of GNIDO , from the quarter of the city of Naples in which she lived , ) at the time when a friend of the poet's was enamoured of her . Nothing , we apprehend , can be more perfectly elegant ...
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... young noble- man , for we believe he is very young , has , we must confess , surprised us . He has not given a perfect Faust , that nobody ever will do - but he has come so near perfection , that we may safely congratulate him on an a ...
... young noble- man , for we believe he is very young , has , we must confess , surprised us . He has not given a perfect Faust , that nobody ever will do - but he has come so near perfection , that we may safely congratulate him on an a ...
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Page 336 - And every one that was in distress, and every one that was in debt, and every one that was discontented, gathered themselves unto him; and he became a captain over them: and there were with him about four hundred men.
Page 259 - THE measure is English heroic verse without rime, as that of Homer in Greek, and of Virgil in Latin, — rime being no necessary adjunct or true ornament of poem or good verse, in longer works especially, but the invention of a barbarous age, to set off wretched matter and lame metre...
Page 376 - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring, Or chasms and watery depths; all these have vanished; They live no longer in the faith of reason.
Page 260 - ... apt numbers, fit quantity of syllables, and the sense variously drawn out from one verse into another...
Page 464 - With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me, and be my love.
Page 470 - John Keats, who was killed off by one critique, Just as he really promised something great, If not intelligible, without Greek Contrived to talk about the gods of late, Much as they might have been supposed to speak. Poor fellow ! His was an untoward fate ; 'Tis strange the mind, that very fiery particle, Should let itself be snuffed out by an article.
Page 467 - Angling is somewhat like poetry, men are to be born so: I mean, with inclinations to it, though both may be heightened by discourse and practice : but he that hopes to be a good angler, must not only bring an inquiring, searching, observing wit, but he must bring a large measure of hope and patience, and a love and propensity to the art itself; but having once got and practised it, then doubt not but Angling will prove to be so pleasant that it will prove to be, like virtue, a reward to itself.
Page 461 - With the swift pilgrim's daubed nest; The groves already did rejoice, In Philomel's triumphing voice, The showers were short, the weather mild, The morning fresh, the evening smiled. Joan takes her neat-rubbed pail, and now She trips to milk the sand-red cow; Where, for some sturdy foot-ball swain, Joan strokes a syllabub or twain; The fields and gardens were beset With tulips, crocus, violet; And now, though late, the modest rose Did more than half a blush disclose. Thus all looks gay, and full...
Page 464 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Page 461 - Nature seem'd in love: The lusty sap began to move; Fresh juice did stir th' embracing vines, And birds had drawn their valentines, The jealous Trout, that low did lie, Rose at a well dissembled fly; There stood my friend with patient skill, Attending of his trembling quill.