Atkinson's Casket, Том 8Sam. C. Atkinson, 1833 |
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... soul ! What thou fancifully callest a silent music , is the effect of a symmetrical proportion . In art , no inhar monious object is agreeable ; all must be balanced The height must be proportioned to the breath ; the relative parts of ...
... soul ! What thou fancifully callest a silent music , is the effect of a symmetrical proportion . In art , no inhar monious object is agreeable ; all must be balanced The height must be proportioned to the breath ; the relative parts of ...
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... soul delighted , " were music and romance . A more imaginative , etherealized creature was surely never known . It required all the fond and anxious surveillance of her friends to prevent her carrying her tastes to ex- cess , and ...
... soul delighted , " were music and romance . A more imaginative , etherealized creature was surely never known . It required all the fond and anxious surveillance of her friends to prevent her carrying her tastes to ex- cess , and ...
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... soul , where , where was he ? Had he too left her in that trying hour , To watch with curding cheek the failing breath Of her fair first born son ; to see him droop And fade away , like a young spring flower , Lacking nourishment ...
... soul , where , where was he ? Had he too left her in that trying hour , To watch with curding cheek the failing breath Of her fair first born son ; to see him droop And fade away , like a young spring flower , Lacking nourishment ...
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... soul , in words like these : “ Away ye men of Rome , Think ye to trample down The Temple , which our father's reared , The mighty of renown ? Away , for lightnings dwell Within its sacred vail , Aye , and a voice , whose tones would ...
... soul , in words like these : “ Away ye men of Rome , Think ye to trample down The Temple , which our father's reared , The mighty of renown ? Away , for lightnings dwell Within its sacred vail , Aye , and a voice , whose tones would ...
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... soul , sir , and there's not never a mother's son upon this spot here , barrin it be Mister O'Flanagan , and he's gone home till Ireland , that can make a better Tae , with a hair brush , than yon ones , and bad luck to yourself and all ...
... soul , sir , and there's not never a mother's son upon this spot here , barrin it be Mister O'Flanagan , and he's gone home till Ireland , that can make a better Tae , with a hair brush , than yon ones , and bad luck to yourself and all ...
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