The New Monthly Belle Assemblée, 21. kötetJoseph Rogerson, 1844 |
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14. oldal
... breath and dew , Your morning freshness to renew ; A few short hours - a brief , bright stay-- Then ye shall fade , and fall away ! How slumber , unseen , your sisters now ? Some by the peaceful river's flow , And some in the depths of ...
... breath and dew , Your morning freshness to renew ; A few short hours - a brief , bright stay-- Then ye shall fade , and fall away ! How slumber , unseen , your sisters now ? Some by the peaceful river's flow , And some in the depths of ...
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... breathing of all that is lovely in nature , pure in virtue , holy in religion , and yet told with a simplicity of eloquence , which reminds you of some tale recited by the sweet lips of childhood , or one of the narrative portions of ...
... breathing of all that is lovely in nature , pure in virtue , holy in religion , and yet told with a simplicity of eloquence , which reminds you of some tale recited by the sweet lips of childhood , or one of the narrative portions of ...
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... breathing to the wild flowers , and the sigh- ing zephyrs , and the stars of night , those thoughts which , under more favourable circumstances , would have conferred immortality ; and having finished their course noiselessly , they are ...
... breathing to the wild flowers , and the sigh- ing zephyrs , and the stars of night , those thoughts which , under more favourable circumstances , would have conferred immortality ; and having finished their course noiselessly , they are ...
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... breath Shall spread a funeral pall . No lov'd one there shall die , No weeping mourner linger near ; But God himself shall wipe the tear Of grief from ev'ry eye . TO A LADY . ( In Reply to a Warning not to write for an Annual on the ...
... breath Shall spread a funeral pall . No lov'd one there shall die , No weeping mourner linger near ; But God himself shall wipe the tear Of grief from ev'ry eye . TO A LADY . ( In Reply to a Warning not to write for an Annual on the ...
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... breath ! Ida , what a report I will write Edmund ! Now , there is the smile vanished , as if his very name demanded the banishment of joy . You little incomprehensible enigma , when shall I solve you ? " " Will not his name solve my ...
... breath ! Ida , what a report I will write Edmund ! Now , there is the smile vanished , as if his very name demanded the banishment of joy . You little incomprehensible enigma , when shall I solve you ? " " Will not his name solve my ...
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78. oldal - Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil, That mak'st my blood cold and my hair to stare ? Speak to me what thou art.
22. oldal - I come, I come ! ye have called me long, I come o'er the mountains with light and song ; Ye may trace my step o'er the wakening earth, By the winds which tell of the violet's birth, By the primrose stars in the shadowy grass, By the green leaves opening as I pass.
62. oldal - But she was a soft landscape of mild earth, Where all was harmony, and calm, and quiet, Luxuriant, budding ; cheerful without mirth, Which, if not happiness, is much more nigh it Than are your mighty passions and so forth, Which some call
269. oldal - What is here? Who has done this?" he broke out, after contemplating it in speechless astonishment for an instant. "Here is the divine, the life-giving touch! What inspired hand is beckoning this wood to arise and live? Whose work is this?" "No man's work," replied Drowne. "The figure lies within that block of oak, and it is my business to find it.
300. oldal - Still as you rise, the state exalted too Finds no distemper while 'tis changed by you: Changed like the world's great scene, when without noise The rising sun night's vulgar lights destroys.
300. oldal - Trembles to think she did your foes obey. Great Britain, like blind Polypheme, of late, In a wild rage became the scorn and hate ' Of her proud neighbours, who began to think She with the weight of her own force would sink. But you are come, and all their hopes are vain ; This giant Isle has got her eye again.
41. oldal - Hard by, a cottage chimney smokes From betwixt two aged oaks, Where Corydon and Thyrsis met, Are at their savoury dinner set Of herbs, and other country messes...
117. oldal - He is made one with Nature: There is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder, to the song of night's sweet bird. He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone, Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own...
272. oldal - Yet who can doubt, that the very highest state to which a human spirit can attain, in its loftiest aspirations, is its truest and most natural state...
272. oldal - And forthwith he employed himself on the stolid countenance of one of his wooden progeny, and completed it in his own mechanical style, from which he was never known afterwards to deviate. He followed his business industriously for many years, acquired a competence, and, in the latter part of his life, attained to a dignified station in the church, being remembered in records and traditions as Deacon Drowne, the carver. One of his productions, an Indian chief, gilded all over, stood during the better...