The Illustrated Magazine of ArtAlexander Montgomery, 1853 |
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... Leonard and Honoria in the Studio of FINE ARTS . WORKS OF JACOB JORDAENS : - Portrait and Vignette The Repast ( two Designs ) Martyrdom of St. Apollonia Descent from the Cross ( Rubens ) ... Syren of the Rhine ( Carl Begas ) Campo ...
... Leonard and Honoria in the Studio of FINE ARTS . WORKS OF JACOB JORDAENS : - Portrait and Vignette The Repast ( two Designs ) Martyrdom of St. Apollonia Descent from the Cross ( Rubens ) ... Syren of the Rhine ( Carl Begas ) Campo ...
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... Leonard Mordaunt , his sister's son , one of these two inmates of his house , had been sick to death ; still ... Leonard , Leonard . " And bursting into violent , passionate weeping Mrs. Mordant sank upon the floor before her brother ...
... Leonard Mordaunt , his sister's son , one of these two inmates of his house , had been sick to death ; still ... Leonard , Leonard . " And bursting into violent , passionate weeping Mrs. Mordant sank upon the floor before her brother ...
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... Leonard ! he is just the age that you were when you were ill at Limburg , and when our mother you then ; as our mother loved you . I've never , never liked to goad , to drive him to his work , God help me ! I've been made to make him ...
... Leonard ! he is just the age that you were when you were ill at Limburg , and when our mother you then ; as our mother loved you . I've never , never liked to goad , to drive him to his work , God help me ! I've been made to make him ...
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... Leonard has forgiven my horrible words of last night ; he has forgiven , he loves me ! " Leonard Mordant was seated up high on the gypsum cliffs at Clifton - grove , a lonely wood over - hanging the river Trent , some five miles from ...
... Leonard has forgiven my horrible words of last night ; he has forgiven , he loves me ! " Leonard Mordant was seated up high on the gypsum cliffs at Clifton - grove , a lonely wood over - hanging the river Trent , some five miles from ...
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... Leonard had packed up with burning heart and trembling hands , -he now bore upon his shoulder , by means of an old fishing - rod , his precious treasure , formed into a considerable bundle ; money he also had in his waistcoat pocket to ...
... Leonard had packed up with burning heart and trembling hands , -he now bore upon his shoulder , by means of an old fishing - rod , his precious treasure , formed into a considerable bundle ; money he also had in his waistcoat pocket to ...
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Seite 19 - Slanders, sir : for the satirical rogue says here that old men have grey beards, that their faces are wrinkled, their eyes purging thick amber and plum-tree gum, and that they have a plentiful lack of wit, together with most weak hams : all which, sir, though I most powerfully and potently believe, yet I hold it not honesty to have it thus set down; for yourself, sir, should be old as I am, if like a crab you could go backward.
Seite 383 - With deep affection And recollection I often think of Those Shandon bells, Whose sounds so wild would In the days of childhood Fling round my cradle Their magic spells. On this I ponder Where'er I wander, And thus grow fonder Sweet Cork, of thee; With thy bells of Shandon, That sound so grand on The pleasant waters Of the river Lee.
Seite 43 - Civitas) which is but an artificial man, though of greater stature and strength than the natural, for whose protection and defence it was intended; and in which the sovereignty is an artificial soul, as giving life and motion to the whole body...
Seite 43 - For seeing life is but a motion of limbs, the beginning whereof is in some principal part within; why may we not say, that all automata (engines that move themselves by springs and wheels as doth a watch) have an artificial life? For what is the heart, but a spring; and the nerves, but so many strings; and the joints, but so many wheels, giving motion to the whole body, such as was intended by the artificer?
Seite 13 - THE harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts that once beat high for praise Now feel that pulse no more.
Seite 43 - NATURE, the art whereby God hath made and governs the world, is by the art of man, as in many other things, so in this also imitated, that it can make an artificial animal. For seeing life is but a motion of limbs, the beginning whereof is in some principal part within; why may we not say, that all automata (engines that move themselves by springs and wheels as doth a watch) have an artificial life? For what is the heart...
Seite 314 - The reason is, your spirits are attentive; For do but note a wild and wanton herd, Or race of youthful and unhandled colts, Fetching mad bounds, bellowing and neighing loud Which is the hot condition of their blood, If they but hear perchance a trumpet sound, Or any air of music touch their ears, You shall perceive them make a mutual stand, Their savage eyes turn'd to a modest gaze By the sweet power of music; therefore the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones, and floods ; Since nought...
Seite 264 - Sabrina fair, Listen where thou art sitting Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave, In twisted braids of lilies knitting The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair; Listen for dear honour's sake, Goddess of the silver lake, Listen, and save. Listen, and appear to us, In name of great Oceanus; By the earth-shaking Neptune's mace, And Tethys...
Seite 67 - The external wall of this royal Castle was, on the south and west sides, adorned and defended by a lake partly artificial, across which Leicester had constructed a stately bridge, that Elizabeth might enter the Castle by a path hitherto untrodden, instead of the usual entrance to the northward, over which he had erected a gate-house or barbican, which still exists, and is equal in extent and superior in architecture, to the baronial castle of many a northern chief.
Seite 188 - It has increased indefinitely the mass of human comforts and enjoyments, and rendered cheap and accessible, all over the world, the materials of wealth and prosperity. It has armed the feeble hand of man, in short, with a power to which no limits can be assigned; completed the dominion of mind over the most refractory qualities of matter; and laid a sure foundation for all those future miracles of mechanic power which are to aid and reward the labours of after generations.