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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... honour of the late Mr. Watt , who was , about sixty years ago , neither greater nor less than a mathe- matical instrument maker at Glasgow . " There were to be seen , " as one of our journalists eloquently expresses it , " men of all ...
... honour of the late Mr. Watt , who was , about sixty years ago , neither greater nor less than a mathe- matical instrument maker at Glasgow . " There were to be seen , " as one of our journalists eloquently expresses it , " men of all ...
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... honour thine . " Heroic martyr of a Sect despis'd ! 66 Thy name and memory to my heart are dear : Thy fearless zeal , in artless childhood priz'd , The lapse of years has taught me to revere . Thy Christian worth demands no poet's lay ...
... honour thine . " Heroic martyr of a Sect despis'd ! 66 Thy name and memory to my heart are dear : Thy fearless zeal , in artless childhood priz'd , The lapse of years has taught me to revere . Thy Christian worth demands no poet's lay ...
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... honoured with , " Go it , Jemmy ! " Beatified James ! thou hast lived eternity in a moment . " Felix heu nimium felix , tua si bona noris . " Let none despise his calling ; for be it known , that the coachman with his brotherhood of ...
... honoured with , " Go it , Jemmy ! " Beatified James ! thou hast lived eternity in a moment . " Felix heu nimium felix , tua si bona noris . " Let none despise his calling ; for be it known , that the coachman with his brotherhood of ...
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... honour to address , are sufficiently versed in this species of cutting , I shall merely remark , that a gentleman of ton should be par- ticular in ascertaining the capacity of his servant on this point , before he engages him , as I ...
... honour to address , are sufficiently versed in this species of cutting , I shall merely remark , that a gentleman of ton should be par- ticular in ascertaining the capacity of his servant on this point , before he engages him , as I ...
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... honoured with the acquaintance of the young lord , he made up to his companion with all the freedom of an old chum . The moment of retaliation was too sweet to be avoided , and the cut direct put an end to a friendship , which , under ...
... honoured with the acquaintance of the young lord , he made up to his companion with all the freedom of an old chum . The moment of retaliation was too sweet to be avoided , and the cut direct put an end to a friendship , which , under ...
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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...