Sartain's Union Magazine of Literature and Art, 9-10. kötetJohn Sartain, Caroline Matilda Kirkland, John Seely Hart John Sartain & Company, 1851 |
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13. oldal
... beautiful , beautiful plan ! There is nothing necessary to eternal salvation which is not within the reach of babes , and there are heights and depths and lengths and breadths which , to the highest intellect of mortals , are un ...
... beautiful , beautiful plan ! There is nothing necessary to eternal salvation which is not within the reach of babes , and there are heights and depths and lengths and breadths which , to the highest intellect of mortals , are un ...
26. oldal
... Beautiful each , but different all ; One with that pure but crimson flush , That marks a maiden's first love blush ; - One , Pale as the snow of the funeral stone , Another , rich as the damask dye Of a monarch's purple drapery , And ...
... Beautiful each , but different all ; One with that pure but crimson flush , That marks a maiden's first love blush ; - One , Pale as the snow of the funeral stone , Another , rich as the damask dye Of a monarch's purple drapery , And ...
27. oldal
... beautiful birds that unconsciously approach the remorseless marksman , has all its cruelty , but the deceptive lure , ingeniously contrived to " tempt the tenant of the brook , " is additionally abomina- ble . Water excursions and water ...
... beautiful birds that unconsciously approach the remorseless marksman , has all its cruelty , but the deceptive lure , ingeniously contrived to " tempt the tenant of the brook , " is additionally abomina- ble . Water excursions and water ...
36. oldal
... beautiful it was , the Mariette did not see this at all . And there she had a perfect right . Whether he laughed or not , it was the same to her . Of his roguish look she didn't like to hear , and there again she had a right . When he ...
... beautiful it was , the Mariette did not see this at all . And there she had a perfect right . Whether he laughed or not , it was the same to her . Of his roguish look she didn't like to hear , and there again she had a right . When he ...
37. oldal
... beautiful Mariette , " said he , " nothing is too costly to me . Yesterday you admired the pitcher at Vence . Permit me , sweet Mariette , to lay that , and my loving heart at your feet . " Manon and Mariette were enraptured and ...
... beautiful Mariette , " said he , " nothing is too costly to me . Yesterday you admired the pitcher at Vence . Permit me , sweet Mariette , to lay that , and my loving heart at your feet . " Manon and Mariette were enraptured and ...
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250. oldal - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near...
369. oldal - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.
330. oldal - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarged the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With Nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown : He raised a mortal to the skies: She drew an angel down.
329. oldal - The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread ; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood?
192. oldal - Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
366. oldal - What though the field be lost? All is not lost; the unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield: And what is else not to be overcome?
216. oldal - Behold, I go forward, but he is not there ; and backward, but I cannot perceive him : on the left hand, where he doth work, but I cannot behold him : he hideth himself on the right hand, that I cannot see him : but he knoweth the way that I take : when he hath tried me, I shall come forth as gold.
395. oldal - BY THE rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion. We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof: for there they that carried us away captive required of us a song ; And they that wasted us required of us mirth, saying, " Sing us one of the songs of Zion.
25. oldal - There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass; Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies. Here are cool mosses deep, And thro...
47. oldal - Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, 'What writest thou?" — The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, ' The names of those who love the Lord.