Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Том 14William Blackwood, 1823 |
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... England , for. No. LXXVIII . VOL . XIV . LONDON has now gone through her intellectual year ; for , after the first of July , no man writes , reads , or thinks . The booksellers stray through dusty and deserted shops ; authorship , weary ...
... England , for. No. LXXVIII . VOL . XIV . LONDON has now gone through her intellectual year ; for , after the first of July , no man writes , reads , or thinks . The booksellers stray through dusty and deserted shops ; authorship , weary ...
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... England they have included the empire , and are still , in ninety - nine instances out of a hundred , to be told that Ireland and Scotland have had a state of such utter dilution , that scarce- ly a speech has been uttered since the ...
... England they have included the empire , and are still , in ninety - nine instances out of a hundred , to be told that Ireland and Scotland have had a state of such utter dilution , that scarce- ly a speech has been uttered since the ...
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... England has had other things to do with its sleek and parsy opulence , or with its turbulent and nervous industry , or with its haughty and supreme ambition , than the idlers of Italy . She has paid for their music ; she has had the ...
... England has had other things to do with its sleek and parsy opulence , or with its turbulent and nervous industry , or with its haughty and supreme ambition , than the idlers of Italy . She has paid for their music ; she has had the ...
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... sublime . " A Toast for the Enemies of Old England . " Cobweb breeches , hedgehog saddles , Jolting horses , stony roads , And tedious marches , ( in æternum . " ) The volume must now be left to its triumph , 1823 . English Songs .
... sublime . " A Toast for the Enemies of Old England . " Cobweb breeches , hedgehog saddles , Jolting horses , stony roads , And tedious marches , ( in æternum . " ) The volume must now be left to its triumph , 1823 . English Songs .
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... England , " ( Leveridge , 1730. ) The words have all the grace of fiction , and all the accuracy of history . 66 King Edward the Third , for his courage renown'd , His son , at sixteen , who with laurels was crown'd , Ate beef with ...
... England , " ( Leveridge , 1730. ) The words have all the grace of fiction , and all the accuracy of history . 66 King Edward the Third , for his courage renown'd , His son , at sixteen , who with laurels was crown'd , Ate beef with ...
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Страница 481 - Her voice was good, and the ditty fitted for it; it was that smooth song which was made by Kit Marlow, now at least fifty years ago; and the milkmaid's mother sung an answer to it, which was made by Sir Walter Raleigh, in his younger days. They were old-fashioned poetry, but choicely good; I think much better than the strong lines that are now in fashion in this critical age.
Страница 482 - And we will sit upon the rocks, Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle...
Страница 288 - A mighty mass of brick, and smoke, and shipping, Dirty and dusky, but as wide as eye Could reach, with here and there a sail just skipping In sight, then lost amidst the forestry Of masts; a wilderness of steeples peeping On tiptoe through their sea-coal canopy; A huge, dun cupola, like a foolscap crown On a fool's head - and there is London Town!
Страница 482 - With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me, and be my love.
Страница 481 - No, I thank you; but, I pray, do us a courtesy that shall stand you and your daughter in nothing, and yet we will think ourselves still something in your debt: it is but to sing us a song that was sung by your daughter when I last passed over this meadow, about eight or nine days since. MILK- WOMAN. What song was it, I pray? Was it, "Come, shepherds, deck your herds"? or "As at noon Dulcina rested"?