New Monthly Magazine, and Universal Register, Volume 99Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, William Harrison Ainsworth, Thomas Hood, William Ainsworth Henry Colburn, 1853 |
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... taken in that climate , sweet , cloying , and warm , could hardly be intended . To make wine that will keep well , fermentation is necessary , and that this process was known in the early ages , is evident from the account of Noah's ...
... taken in that climate , sweet , cloying , and warm , could hardly be intended . To make wine that will keep well , fermentation is necessary , and that this process was known in the early ages , is evident from the account of Noah's ...
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... taken pure growths for centuries . It is possible , however , that the spirit - drinking , encouraged for the sake of consuming the produce of the land by distillation , had now in some degree raised the temperature of the stomachs of ...
... taken pure growths for centuries . It is possible , however , that the spirit - drinking , encouraged for the sake of consuming the produce of the land by distillation , had now in some degree raised the temperature of the stomachs of ...
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... taken aback by the showy stranger's unceremonious manner . " Terrible weather , is it not ? " remarked Captain Carew , apparently not hearing Mrs. Chard's question . " I left London on my way to Italy , to join my friend , Lord Seymour ...
... taken aback by the showy stranger's unceremonious manner . " Terrible weather , is it not ? " remarked Captain Carew , apparently not hearing Mrs. Chard's question . " I left London on my way to Italy , to join my friend , Lord Seymour ...
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... taken up with that young Ravensburg , Lucy , you have eyes and ears for no one else . He hates cards , too ! " " Your new acquaintance , mamma ? " " I mean Frank Ravensburg . He hate them indeed ! he lost his money to - night like a ...
... taken up with that young Ravensburg , Lucy , you have eyes and ears for no one else . He hates cards , too ! " " Your new acquaintance , mamma ? " " I mean Frank Ravensburg . He hate them indeed ! he lost his money to - night like a ...
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... taken to England to - day , Mr. Ravensburg . I should have been some yards up the harbour . " Ravensburg looked to the quay , and again nodded his thanks to Cap- tain Carew ; but on the latter's countenance was so strange an expres ...
... taken to England to - day , Mr. Ravensburg . I should have been some yards up the harbour . " Ravensburg looked to the quay , and again nodded his thanks to Cap- tain Carew ; but on the latter's countenance was so strange an expres ...
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Page 426 - For it is not metres, but a metre-making argument that makes a poem, — a thought so passionate and alive that like the spirit of a plant or an animal it has an architecture of its own, and adorns nature with a new thing.
Page 308 - O'er wandering brooks and springs unseen, Or columbines, in purple dressed, Nod o'er the ground-bird's hidden nest. Thou waitest late and com'st alone, When woods are bare and birds are flown, And frosts and shortening days portend The aged year is near his end. Then doth thy sweet and quiet eye Look through its fringes to the sky, Blue — blue — as if that sky let fall A flower from its cerulean wall.
Page 79 - Ere the pruning-knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By the Crier on his round Through the town.
Page 310 - These are the gardens of the Desert, these The unshorn fields, boundless and beautiful, For which the speech of England has no name — The Prairies. I behold them for the first, And my heart swells, while the dilated sight Takes in the encircling vastness. Lo! they stretch In airy undulations, far away, As if the Ocean, in his gentlest swell, Stood still, with all his rounded billows fixed, And motionless forever.
Page 229 - Of this great consummation; and, by words Which speak of nothing more than what we are, Would I arouse the sensual from their sleep Of death, and win the vacant and the vain To noble raptures...
Page 308 - The red-bird warbled, as he wrought His hanging nest o'erhead, And fearless, near the fatal spot, Her young the partridge led. But there was weeping far away, And gentle eyes, for him, With watching many an anxious day, Were sorrowful and dim.
Page 308 - The mountain wolf and wild-cat stole To banquet on the dead ; — Nor how, when strangers found his bones, They dressed the hasty bier, And marked his grave with nameless stones, Unmoistened by a tear. But long they looked, and feared, and wept, Within his distant home ; And dreamed, and started as they slept, For joy that he was come.
Page 310 - No — they are all unchained again. The clouds Sweep over with their shadows, and, beneath, The surface rolls and fluctuates to the eye ; Dark hollows seem to glide along and chase The sunny ridges.
Page 80 - In their bloom, And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb.
Page 281 - But knowledge is as food, and needs no less Her temperance over appetite, to know In measure what the mind may well contain ; Oppresses else with surfeit, and soon turns Wisdom to folly, as nourishment to wind.