The London Magazine, Volume 6Baldwin, Cradock, and Joy, 1822 |
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... beautiful to a genuine lover of reading are the sullied leaves , and worn out appearance , nay , the very odour ( beyond Russia ) , if we would not forget kind feelings in fastidious- " Circulating Li- ness , of an old or Vicar of brary ...
... beautiful to a genuine lover of reading are the sullied leaves , and worn out appearance , nay , the very odour ( beyond Russia ) , if we would not forget kind feelings in fastidious- " Circulating Li- ness , of an old or Vicar of brary ...
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... beautiful lady Godiva through the High Street of the city of Coventry . Had the author adhered to the naked truth of the history of this event , his exhibition , however beau- tiful and interesting , must have been destitute of pomp and ...
... beautiful lady Godiva through the High Street of the city of Coventry . Had the author adhered to the naked truth of the history of this event , his exhibition , however beau- tiful and interesting , must have been destitute of pomp and ...
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LADY GODIVA , Mounted on a beautiful milk - white mare , decorated with white ribbons ; her long black hair flowing down her neck and shoulders , and disposed so as completely to conceal her SADDLE . Matrons , two and two . Virgins ...
LADY GODIVA , Mounted on a beautiful milk - white mare , decorated with white ribbons ; her long black hair flowing down her neck and shoulders , and disposed so as completely to conceal her SADDLE . Matrons , two and two . Virgins ...
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... beautiful . I love to dwell upon those sad and melancholy as- sociations that suggest themselves to the mind , when nature in her garb of decay presents herself to the eye ; it reminds us , that human pride , and human happiness , like ...
... beautiful . I love to dwell upon those sad and melancholy as- sociations that suggest themselves to the mind , when nature in her garb of decay presents herself to the eye ; it reminds us , that human pride , and human happiness , like ...
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... beautiful crea- ture on whom my wandering fancy had dwelt stood looking at us , sup- porting with one arm the old man , her father , while , on the other , hung a basket of flowers . I stood gazing at them , without speaking . I know ...
... beautiful crea- ture on whom my wandering fancy had dwelt stood looking at us , sup- porting with one arm the old man , her father , while , on the other , hung a basket of flowers . I stood gazing at them , without speaking . I know ...
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Page 243 - Again he felt and fumbled at the pig. It did not burn him so much now ; still, he licked his fingers from a sort of habit. The truth at length broke into his slow understanding that it was the pig that smelt so, and the pig that tasted so delicious...
Page 244 - Bo-bo, whose scent was wonderfully sharpened since morning, soon raked out another pig, and fairly rending it asunder, thrust the lesser half by main force into the fists of Ho-ti, still shouting out, "Eat, eat, eat the burnt pig, Father, only taste— O Lord," with suchlike barbarous ejaculations, cramming all the while as if he would choke.
Page 17 - With fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave : thou shalt not lack The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose ; nor The azured hare-bell, like thy veins ; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...
Page 244 - Bo-bo was strictly enjoined not to let the secret escape, for the neighbors would certainly have stoned them for a couple of abominable wretches, who could think of improving upon the good meat which God had sent them. Nevertheless, strange stories got about. It was observed that Ho-ti's cottage was burnt down now more frequently than ever. Nothing but fires from this time forward.
Page 245 - O call it not fat! but an indefinable sweetness growing up to it — the tender blossoming of fat — fat cropped in the bud — taken in the shoot — in the first innocence — the cream and quintessence of the child-pig's yet pure food — the lean, no lean, but a kind of animal manna — or, rather, fat and lean (if it must be so) so blended and running into each other, that both together make but one ambrosian result or common substance. Behold him while he is ' doing' — it seemeth rather...
Page 244 - People built slighter and slighter every day, until it was feared that the very science of architecture would in no long time be lost to the world.
Page 246 - I made him a present of the whole cake. I walked on a little, buoyed up, as one is on such occasions, with a sweet soothing of self-satisfaction; but before I had got to the end of the bridge my better feelings returned, and I burst into tears, thinking how ungrateful I had been to my good aunt, to go and give her good gift away to a stranger that I had never seen before, and who might be a bad man for aught I knew; and then I thought of the pleasure my aunt would be taking in thinking that I (I...
Page 34 - But where a book is at once both good and rare, where the individual is almost the species, and when that perishes, We know not where is that Promethean torch That can its light relumine...
Page 35 - Shall I be thought fantastical if I confess that the names of some of our poets sound sweeter, and have a finer relish to the ear — to mine, at least — than that of Milton or of Shakspeare?
Page 246 - Whether, supposing that the flavour of a pig who obtained his death by whipping (per flagellationem extremam) superadded a pleasure upon the palate of a man more intense than any possible suffering we can conceive in the animal, is man justified in using that method of putting the animal to death ?