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]., Том 11829 |
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... news ; out of which originated a talent for gossip , and a passion for morn- ing calls . was a There was no newspaper printed at S- — ; there needed none ; nor any A voice of print . An unfortunate genius did venture to THE ...
... news ; out of which originated a talent for gossip , and a passion for morn- ing calls . was a There was no newspaper printed at S- — ; there needed none ; nor any A voice of print . An unfortunate genius did venture to THE ...
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voice of print . An unfortunate genius did venture to set up a General Advertiser ; but at the end of three months , he abandoned minion and brevier in desperation ; he could procure no news ; it was all picked up and disseminated ...
voice of print . An unfortunate genius did venture to set up a General Advertiser ; but at the end of three months , he abandoned minion and brevier in desperation ; he could procure no news ; it was all picked up and disseminated ...
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... voice - He is not come yet , I will return to - morrow , rose from her seat , -moved from me at a rapid pace , and was soon hidden by the turn in the road from which I had first beheld her approach . It will be quite needless to tell ...
... voice - He is not come yet , I will return to - morrow , rose from her seat , -moved from me at a rapid pace , and was soon hidden by the turn in the road from which I had first beheld her approach . It will be quite needless to tell ...
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... voice if yet it can be called her own ; For she is Echo's sister ; -do you stir From a too blazing fire , it scorches her ! Or do you close the sash in the saloon , ' The air is very keen this afternoon ! ' Then as you shrink and shiver ...
... voice if yet it can be called her own ; For she is Echo's sister ; -do you stir From a too blazing fire , it scorches her ! Or do you close the sash in the saloon , ' The air is very keen this afternoon ! ' Then as you shrink and shiver ...
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... voice of reckless mirth to quell ; And wake , in music's melting strain , Whose accents weep so wildly well . But to the lorn and widowed heart Can thoughts like these a balm instil , - Can glory's voice a charm impart To lull - to ...
... voice of reckless mirth to quell ; And wake , in music's melting strain , Whose accents weep so wildly well . But to the lorn and widowed heart Can thoughts like these a balm instil , - Can glory's voice a charm impart To lull - 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 19 - Of Truth, of Grandeur, Beauty, Love, and Hope, And melancholy Fear subdued by Faith; Of blessed consolations in distress; Of moral strength, and intellectual Power; Of joy in widest commonalty spread...
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 shall be sportive as the fawn That wild with glee across the lawn Or up the mountain springs ; And hers shall be the breathing balm, And hers the silence and the calm Of mute, insensate things.
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 70 - 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. And I have felt A presence that disturbs me with the joy Of elevated thoughts : a sense sublime Of something far more deeply interfused, Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns...
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.