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 2Tobias Merton (pseud) 1824 |
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... . It will be difficult to meet with a passage that is written with more apparent gaiety and playfulness of fancy than the following stanzas , VOL . II.29.- B SECOND SHEET OF No. 29 . with which the poem opens . They possess , indeed.
... . It will be difficult to meet with a passage that is written with more apparent gaiety and playfulness of fancy than the following stanzas , VOL . II.29.- B SECOND SHEET OF No. 29 . with which the poem opens . They possess , indeed.
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... . It will be difficult to meet with a passage that is written with more apparent gaiety and playfulness of fancy than the following stanzas , VOL . II.29.- --- B SECOND SHEET OF No. 29 . with which the poem opens . They possess , indeed.
... . It will be difficult to meet with a passage that is written with more apparent gaiety and playfulness of fancy than the following stanzas , VOL . II.29.- --- B SECOND SHEET OF No. 29 . with which the poem opens . They possess , indeed.
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... fancy people , who are ready at all times to share the burthen of any gentleman , whose fortune appears too great to be endured . But the former are by custom fur- nished with the best education that able tutors and renowned ...
... fancy people , who are ready at all times to share the burthen of any gentleman , whose fortune appears too great to be endured . But the former are by custom fur- nished with the best education that able tutors and renowned ...
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... fancy , there are comparatively few of the aristocracy whose stores of riches are sufficient to stand the shock of such casualties , without exhibiting symptoms of exhaustion . Custom has assigned to them a number of servants and ...
... fancy , there are comparatively few of the aristocracy whose stores of riches are sufficient to stand the shock of such casualties , without exhibiting symptoms of exhaustion . Custom has assigned to them a number of servants and ...
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... my fingers stray , Should Fancy sigh- ' these strains may be its last ! ' Yet shall not this my mind with gloom o'ercast , If my day's work be finish'd with the day ! " The following tribute to the memory of Mary Dyer , LITERARY MAGNET .
... my fingers stray , Should Fancy sigh- ' these strains may be its last ! ' Yet shall not this my mind with gloom o'ercast , If my day's work be finish'd with the day ! " The following tribute to the memory of Mary Dyer , LITERARY MAGNET .
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Страница 229 - Jura, whose capt heights appear Precipitously steep; and drawing near, There breathes a living fragrance from the shore, Of flowers yet fresh with childhood; on the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar, Or chirps the grasshopper one good-night carol more; He is an evening reveller, who makes His life an infancy, and sings his fill; At intervals, some bird from out the brakes Starts into voice a moment, then is still.
Страница 156 - Adieu, adieu ! my native shore Fades o'er the waters blue ; The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar, And shrieks the wild sea-mew. Yon sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight: Farewell awhile to him and thee, My native Land— Good Night!
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