Robert's Semi-monthly Magazine for Town and Country, 2. kötet

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George Roberts, 1842

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965. oldal - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...
932. oldal - A mighty spirit is eclipsed — a power Hath passed from day to darkness — to whose hour Of light no likeness is bequeathed — no name, Focus at once of all the rays of fame ! The flash of wit, the bright intelligence, The beam of song, the blaze of eloquence, Set with their Sun — but still have left behind The enduring produce of immortal mind...
965. oldal - My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: "Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
963. oldal - Oh ! ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay ; I never loved a tree or flower, But 'twas the first to fade away. I never nursed a dear gazelle, To glad me with its soft black eye, • But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die...
965. oldal - Tasting of Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth! O for a beaker full of the warm south, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth ; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim.
639. oldal - I'll tell you who time ambles withal, who time trots withal, who time gallops withal, and who he stands still withal.
574. oldal - Our sorrow for our sins; and then delights To pardon erring man : Sweet mercy seems Its darling attribute, which limits justice; As if there were degrees in infinite, And infinite would rather want perfection Than punish to extent. Ant. I can forgive A foe; but not a mistress and a friend. Treason is there in its most horrid shape, Where trust is greatest...
965. oldal - And still as I drew near with gentle pace, Upon the margin of that moorish flood Motionless as a cloud the old man stood, That heareth not the loud winds when they call, And moveth all together, if it move at all.
590. oldal - I implored the councillors to advise the king each in his turn, to recall the decree. But as the adder closes her ear with dust against the voice of the charmer, so the king hardened his heart against the...
862. oldal - ... or in effect, unlike a council of war. Our leader lays the whole plan of the chase, and preliminaries all fixed, guns charged and ramrods in our hands, we mount and start for the onset. The horses are all trained for this business, and seem to enter into it with as much enthusiasm, and with as restless a spirit as the riders themselves. While " stripping" and mounting, they exhibit the most restless impatience; and when "approaching...

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