 | 1820 - 344 страници
...mix'd with every race, and lost in none. HOME. "Where my tired mind may rest and call ic Home, The re is a magic in that little word ; It is a mystic circle that surrounds ; Comfort, and virtue, never known beyond The hallowed limit. WINE. Wine,like the rising sun possession... | |
 | James Henderson - 1821 - 608 страници
...emotions in the awakened thoughts of absent country, and especially of the dear family circle of home. " Home ! There is a magic in that little word ! It is a mystic circle that surrounds Pleasures and comforts never known beyond The hallow'd limit." portable by the ardent rays of the sun;... | |
 | John Wilson - 1825 - 446 страници
...will lay thee, till thine eye Open in Immortality. MY COTTAGE. One small spot Where my tired mind may rest and call it home. There is a magic in that little...and virtues never known beyond The hallowed limit. Southey't Hymn to the Penates. HERE have I found at last a home of peace To hide me from the world;... | |
 | Tobias Merton (pseud) - 1826 - 318 страници
...a Remonstrance. From these we select the following subjects : MY OWN FIRESIDE. By Alaric A. Watts. It is a mystic circle that surrounds Comforts and virtues never known beyond Its sacred limits. Southey. LET others seek for empty joys, At ball, or concert, rout, or play ; Whilst... | |
 | James Jennings - 1828 - 526 страници
...friendship— all That the virtues we may call. I, contented, will not roam ; Sweet are the delights of HOME !* * " There is a magic in that little word,...and virtues, never known beyond The hallowed limit." SOUTHEY'S Hymr.s to the Penatts. Sylvia Siulu.— (LATH.) " In far Columbian climes The BLDE-BIRD,... | |
 | James Jennings (of Huntspill.) - 1828 - 528 страници
...the virtues we may call. I, contented, will not roam ; Sweet are the delights of HOME !* * " There ia a magic in that little word, It is a mystic circle...and virtues, never known beyond The hallowed limit" TO THE BLUE-BIRD. Nyh-ut Siulis. — (LATH.) " In far Colomhian climes The BLUE-BIRD, that domestic... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - 838 страници
...strange Amid the scene so fair, nor one small spot Where my tired mind might rest, and call it Лоте. brynnd The hallowed limit Often has my heart Ached for that quiet haven! — haven'd now, I think of... | |
 | Robert Southey - 1839 - 840 страници
...me was strange Amid the scene so fair, nor one small spot Where my tired mind might rest, and coll it Home. There is a magic in that little word : It is a mystic circle that surrounds * It is not certainly known under what form the Penates were worshipped ; according to some, as wooden... | |
 | English life - 1840 - 358 страници
...to convey instruction, amusement, and SCENES AND SKETCHES or ENGLISH LIFE. CHAPTER XXXVII. ABBERLEY. "Home! — There is a magic in that little word !...surrounds Comforts and virtues, never known beyond Its hallowed limits." SOUTHEY'S Hymn to the Penates. " WE have the prospect of a pleasant year before... | |
 | Robert Southey - 1845 - 848 страници
...strange Amid the scene so fair, nor one small spot Where my tired mind might rest, and call it Нова. There is a magic in that little word : It is a mystic...those in this world's wilderness Who wander on and flnd no home of rest Till to the grave they go : then Poverty, Hollow-eyed fiend, the child of Wealth... | |
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Where my tired mind might rest and call it home. There is a magic in that little word ; It is a mystic circle that surrounds Comforts and virtues never known beyond The hallowed limit. 
