Spirit of the English MagazinesMunroe and Francis, 1828 |
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... Beautiful - we see the Saints on the stained windows - at the Altar the picture of one up Calvary meekly bearing the cross ! It seem- ed , then , that our hearts had no need even of the kindness of kindred - of the country where we were ...
... Beautiful - we see the Saints on the stained windows - at the Altar the picture of one up Calvary meekly bearing the cross ! It seem- ed , then , that our hearts had no need even of the kindness of kindred - of the country where we were ...
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... beautiful and delightful reveries van- ished away , as something too airy and indolent for the spirit - passive no more - but rejoicing in its strength , like a full - fledged young eagle , leaping from the edge of its eyry , fearlessly ...
... beautiful and delightful reveries van- ished away , as something too airy and indolent for the spirit - passive no more - but rejoicing in its strength , like a full - fledged young eagle , leaping from the edge of its eyry , fearlessly ...
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... beautiful , so si- lent and so serene - then remembereth she the names , the endowments , the achievements , of the immortal dead . There - largest and most lustrous— that star that " dwells apart " -is the image of Milton ! That other ...
... beautiful , so si- lent and so serene - then remembereth she the names , the endowments , the achievements , of the immortal dead . There - largest and most lustrous— that star that " dwells apart " -is the image of Milton ! That other ...
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... beautiful birds walking in the sun , or , having trimmed their snowy plumage , wheeling in their pastime , with many wild - mingled cries , in the glittering air , with here - there - yonder some vessel seemingly stranded , and fallen ...
... beautiful birds walking in the sun , or , having trimmed their snowy plumage , wheeling in their pastime , with many wild - mingled cries , in the glittering air , with here - there - yonder some vessel seemingly stranded , and fallen ...
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... beautiful , and bright ; As of a star that sparkles o'er a stream , Gemming the dewy coronal of night . To see thee - was with raptured heart to own Angelic loveliness might blend with earth ; To hear thee - was to feel there dwells a ...
... beautiful , and bright ; As of a star that sparkles o'er a stream , Gemming the dewy coronal of night . To see thee - was with raptured heart to own Angelic loveliness might blend with earth ; To hear thee - was to feel there dwells a ...
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Страница 113 - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower.
Страница 113 - Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes : They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire; Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
Страница 113 - It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Страница 113 - She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew, I could not choose But gaze upon her face.
Страница 191 - Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Страница 277 - And peace went with them, one and all, And each calm pillow spread: But Guilt was my grim Chamberlain That lighted me to bed, And drew my midnight curtains round, With fingers bloody red!
Страница 114 - The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long. She wept with pity and delight, She blushed with love, and virgin shame; And like the murmur of a dream, I heard her breathe my name.
Страница 428 - Alas, alas! how very soon this silly little Fly, Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by: With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew, — Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and green and purple hue; Thinking only of her crested head — poor foolish thing! At last, Up jumped the cunning Spider, and fiercely held her fast.
Страница 277 - One that had never done me wrong, A feeble man and old: I led him to a lonely field; The moon shone clear and cold: Now here, said I, this man shall die, And I will have his gold!
Страница 278 - Oh, God ! that horrid, horrid dream Besets me now awake ! Again — again, with dizzy brain, The human life I take ; And my red right hand grows raging hot, Like Cranmer's at the stake. " And still no peace for the restless clay, Will wave or mould allow ; The horrid thing pursues my soul, — It stands before me now ! " The fearful Boy looked up, and saw Huge drops upon his brow.