The New Monthly Magazine, 9권E. Littell, 1825 |
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... abbot of St. Albans , who besides the peccadilloes of simony and usury , ejected a whole convent of nuns , in order that he might fill it with ladies of a less solitary description . I shall not venture upon a story like that . But the ...
... abbot of St. Albans , who besides the peccadilloes of simony and usury , ejected a whole convent of nuns , in order that he might fill it with ladies of a less solitary description . I shall not venture upon a story like that . But the ...
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... abbot ' s a villain . " A great stir ensued in the gallery . The abbot suddenly presented himself in the front , holding a pale and frightened - looking young man , one of the monks . He was himself much agitated , and addressed the ...
... abbot ' s a villain . " A great stir ensued in the gallery . The abbot suddenly presented himself in the front , holding a pale and frightened - looking young man , one of the monks . He was himself much agitated , and addressed the ...
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... abbot suspect him to be a runaway youth , who was to be sent back to his parents ; but although the little stranger , with great firmness and gentleness , declined giving an ac- count of himself , yet upon his repeated protestations ...
... abbot suspect him to be a runaway youth , who was to be sent back to his parents ; but although the little stranger , with great firmness and gentleness , declined giving an ac- count of himself , yet upon his repeated protestations ...
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... abbot took him to be eleven or twelve at most ; but the truth was , he was a good twenty . Our reverend father , in order to worm his secret out of the boy ( for gossiping always went a great way in religious houses ) consigned him to ...
... abbot took him to be eleven or twelve at most ; but the truth was , he was a good twenty . Our reverend father , in order to worm his secret out of the boy ( for gossiping always went a great way in religious houses ) consigned him to ...
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... abbot might be made , and lent an ear that alarmed him to every account of what was passing in the world . The abbot of St. Mary Ottery was a lord of parliament . Father Edmund might become a lord of parliament , and the whole Christian ...
... abbot might be made , and lent an ear that alarmed him to every account of what was passing in the world . The abbot of St. Mary Ottery was a lord of parliament . Father Edmund might become a lord of parliament , and the whole Christian ...
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abbot acquainted admiration appearance Arab Athenian Athens Attica beauty called character cunning dear death delight Earl Murray effect England English fancy father favour fear feelings French gentleman Giulio give Greece Greek habit hand happy heard heart Honeycomb honour hour imagination interest Job Orton King lady letter live London look Lord Lord Byron Lycurgus Mademoiselle Mars manners means mind Mount Lebanon Napoleon nature never night noble o'er object once passed passion person Petrarch pleasure poet poetry poor possession present Puss in Boots Queen racter reader rich round scarcely scene seemed shew Sir Francis Burdett smile Solonian constitution soon soul speak spirit sweet taste tell thee Theresa thing thou thought tion town truth turn voice whole words write young youth Zetti
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425 페이지 - O good old man ; how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for duty, not for meed ! Thou art not for the fashion of these times, Where none will sweat, but for promotion; And having that, do choke their service up Even with the having: it is not so with thee.
46 페이지 - Piety displays Her mouldering roll, the piercing eye explores New manners, and the pomp of elder days, Whence culls the pensive bard his pictured stores. Nor rough nor barren are the winding ways Of hoar antiquity, but strown with flowers.
132 페이지 - DUKE'S PALACE. [Enter DUKE, CURIO, LORDS; MUSICIANS attending.] DUKE. If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
132 페이지 - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious! But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever; Or like the borealis race That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approaches Tam maun ride; That hour, o...
263 페이지 - Sueil has bound ! Lo, some are vellum, and the rest as good, For all his lordship knows, — but they are wood! For Locke or Milton 'tis in vain to look ; These shelves admit not any modern book.
488 페이지 - Where London's column, pointing to the skies Like a tall bully, lifts its head and lies.
67 페이지 - Thy silver hairs I see, So still, so sadly bright ! And father, father ! but for me, They had not been so white ! I bore thee down, high heart ! at last. No longer couldst thou strive ; — Oh, for one moment of the past, To kneel and say —
69 페이지 - Sol, and dissolved pearl (Apicius' diet 'gainst the epilepsy), And I will eat these broths with spoons of amber, Headed with diamond and carbuncle. My footboy shall eat pheasants...
484 페이지 - AH ! who can tell how hard it is to climb The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar ; Ah ! who can tell how many a soul sublime Has felt the influence of malignant star, And waged with Fortune an eternal war...
67 페이지 - Oh, father ! is it vain, This late remorse and deep ? Speak to me, father ! once again, I weep — behold, I weep ! Alas ! my guilty pride and ire ! Were but this work undone, I would give England's crown, my sire ! To hear thee bless thy son.