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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... happiness . He came , his heart overflowing with joy , to give me the news , and I recognised in the expression of his delight some of the accents of his former confidence . It was the voice of the friend that I had lost , and brought ...
... happiness . He came , his heart overflowing with joy , to give me the news , and I recognised in the expression of his delight some of the accents of his former confidence . It was the voice of the friend that I had lost , and brought ...
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... happiness unregarded , or my tribulations unsympathised in ; the gentle purring with which she PART VIII . - 31 . Ꭰ VOL . II . soothingly lulls my gloomiest reflections - the tender rubbings of 31 . 33 LITERARY MAGNET .
... happiness unregarded , or my tribulations unsympathised in ; the gentle purring with which she PART VIII . - 31 . Ꭰ VOL . II . soothingly lulls my gloomiest reflections - the tender rubbings of 31 . 33 LITERARY MAGNET .
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... happiness by the startling call of dread necessity : then it awakes to all the horrors of reality ; it sees no longer the cloudless skies and beaming landscapes pictured in its fancy , but a desert , cheerless and barren , without one ...
... happiness by the startling call of dread necessity : then it awakes to all the horrors of reality ; it sees no longer the cloudless skies and beaming landscapes pictured in its fancy , but a desert , cheerless and barren , without one ...
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... happiness it is to be acknowledged his kindred , by the ties of consanguinity , seated at an envied height , and in the possession of coveted treasures ; and in hopes of future benefactions , and death - bed legacies , they become his ...
... happiness it is to be acknowledged his kindred , by the ties of consanguinity , seated at an envied height , and in the possession of coveted treasures ; and in hopes of future benefactions , and death - bed legacies , they become his ...
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... happiness for me , -to hear his own mother talk- ing so . " And again she laid her weak head upon the lady's hand . The latter would have persuaded her to go to sleep again , but she said she could not for joy : " for I'll tell you ...
... happiness for me , -to hear his own mother talk- ing so . " And again she laid her weak head upon the lady's hand . The latter would have persuaded her to go to sleep again , but she said she could not for joy : " for I'll tell you ...
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Страница 229 - This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction ; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring . Sounds sweet as if a Sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved. It is the hush of night...
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!
Страница 249 - Rip looked, and beheld a precise counterpart of himself, as he went up the mountain ; apparently as lazy, and certainly as ragged. The poor fellow was now completely confounded. He doubted his own identity, and whether he was himself or another man. Ill the midst of his bewilderment, the man in the cocked hat demanded who he was, and what was his name ? "God knows...
Страница 43 - She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking — Ah! little they think, who delight in her strains, How the heart of the minstrel is breaking!
Страница 250 - The name of the child, the air of the mother, the tone of her voice, all awakened a train of recollections in his mind. "What is your name, my good woman?
Страница 31 - AH ! who can tell how hard it is to climb The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar; Ah! who can tell how many a soul sublime Has felt the influence of malignant star, And waged with Fortune an eternal war; Check'd by the scoff of Pride, by Envy's frown, And Poverty's unconquerable bar, In life's low vale remote has pined alone, Then dropt into the grave, unpitied and unknown...
Страница 89 - To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart, To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold, Live o'er each scene, and be what they behold...
Страница 247 - My native country was full of youthful promise ; Europe was rich in the accumulated treasures of age. Her very ruins told the history of times gone by, and every mouldering stone was a chronicle. I longed to wander over the scenes of renowned achievement — to tread, as it were, in the footsteps of antiquity — to loiter about the ruined castle — to meditate on the falling tower — to escape, in short, from the commonplace realities of the present, and lose myself among the shadowy grandeurs...
Страница 183 - A goodly portly man, i' faith, and a corpulent ; of a cheerful look, a pleasing eye, and a most noble carriage...