The Literary magnet of the belles lettres, science, and the fine arts, ed. by Tobias Merton. Vol.1 - new ser., vol.[2. Vol.2 of the new ser. wants all after p.192]., Томове 1–2Tobias Merton (pseud) 1826 |
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... fears , and conjectures ; it was a vast whispering - gallery ; one large ear ; but this last figure rather fails in similarity , as the self - same whisper often found a hundred different echoes . The surmise at one end of the town that ...
... fears , and conjectures ; it was a vast whispering - gallery ; one large ear ; but this last figure rather fails in similarity , as the self - same whisper often found a hundred different echoes . The surmise at one end of the town that ...
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... fear . I would have all men love thee , - A world of hearts be thine ; Yet die , should thou my dove , flee To other Ark than mine . I'd have thee blythely range , love , Yet fixed beyond control ; — AS YOU LIKE IT . To the eye , be a ...
... fear . I would have all men love thee , - A world of hearts be thine ; Yet die , should thou my dove , flee To other Ark than mine . I'd have thee blythely range , love , Yet fixed beyond control ; — AS YOU LIKE IT . To the eye , be a ...
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... fear , — But that the Minstrel of the rural shade Must tune his pipe , insidiously to nurse The perturbation in the suffering breast , And propagate its kind , where'er he may ? Of Truth , of Grandeur , Beauty , Love , and Hope- And ...
... fear , — But that the Minstrel of the rural shade Must tune his pipe , insidiously to nurse The perturbation in the suffering breast , And propagate its kind , where'er he may ? Of Truth , of Grandeur , Beauty , Love , and Hope- And ...
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... fears not rain , nor wind , nor dew ; But in the storm ' tis fresh and blue As budding pines in spring ; His helmet has a vernal grace , Fresh as the bloom upon his face . A harp is from his shoulder slung ; He rests the harp upon his ...
... fears not rain , nor wind , nor dew ; But in the storm ' tis fresh and blue As budding pines in spring ; His helmet has a vernal grace , Fresh as the bloom upon his face . A harp is from his shoulder slung ; He rests the harp upon his ...
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... Fear ; THERE are a thousand ways of being disagreeable , and of being so with full effect ; but we will suppose our present proficient in the " art of inge- niously tormenting " to be a married woman , and newly married , in order to ...
... Fear ; THERE are a thousand ways of being disagreeable , and of being so with full effect ; but we will suppose our present proficient in the " art of inge- niously tormenting " to be a married woman , and newly married , in order to ...
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Страница 21 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food, For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Страница 70 - What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Страница 70 - Not for this Faint I, nor mourn, nor murmur; other gifts Have followed, — for such loss, I would believe, Abundant recompense. For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes The still sad music of humanity, Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue.
Страница 163 - Blessed be the name of the Lord from this time forth and for evermore. From the rising of the sun unto the going down of the same the Lord's name is to be praised.
Страница 70 - The race of life becomes a hopeless flight To those that walk in darkness : on the sea The boldest steer but where their ports invite; But there are wanderers o'er Eternity Whose bark drives on and on, and anchor'd ne'er shall be. 670 LXXI Is it not better, then, to be alone, And love Earth only for its earthly sake...
Страница 71 - Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will: Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; And...
Страница 22 - She was a woman of a steady mind, Tender and deep in her excess of love ; . Not speaking much, pleased rather with the joy Of her own thoughts : by some especial care Her temper had been framed, as if to make A being who, by adding love to peace, Might live on earth a life of happiness.
Страница 70 - I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that around me; and to me High mountains are a feeling, but the hum Of human cities...
Страница 96 - Oh that I had the wings of a dove, that I might flee away and be at rest;" for I felt that there could be no rest for me in the midst of such outrages and pollutions.
Страница 73 - But thou, that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation : Meek loveliness is round thee spread, A softness still and holy ; The grace of forest charms decayed, And pastoral melancholy.