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468. oldal
... soul of wit , " is the only requisite for epigram : We differ . The continued favours of ◊ we are proud to acknowledge , and are particularly gratified by the punctuality with which he observes the 15th . We would recommend Nihil to ...
... soul of wit , " is the only requisite for epigram : We differ . The continued favours of ◊ we are proud to acknowledge , and are particularly gratified by the punctuality with which he observes the 15th . We would recommend Nihil to ...
476. oldal
... soul - bright eye , And cold the hearth of home delight , And mute the voice of poesy . I seek for comfort all in vain , I fly to shadows for relief , And call old fancies back again , And breathe on pleasure's wither'd leaf . It may ...
... soul - bright eye , And cold the hearth of home delight , And mute the voice of poesy . I seek for comfort all in vain , I fly to shadows for relief , And call old fancies back again , And breathe on pleasure's wither'd leaf . It may ...
480. oldal
... soul , thou charm'st , for Heaven , And lead it , gently , to the right . ' Tis thine to bless some good man's prayer With Heaven's best gift , a virtuous wife ; To sooth his griefs , his tastes to share , And cheer him through the ...
... soul , thou charm'st , for Heaven , And lead it , gently , to the right . ' Tis thine to bless some good man's prayer With Heaven's best gift , a virtuous wife ; To sooth his griefs , his tastes to share , And cheer him through the ...
482. oldal
... soul of conver- sation , and constitutes its best seasoning ; but how few know how to play it off , and not to drive it too far ! [ To be continued . ] STANZAS . Non omnia possumus omnes . - VIRGIL . I. GIVE me the harp of sorrow , Take ...
... soul of conver- sation , and constitutes its best seasoning ; but how few know how to play it off , and not to drive it too far ! [ To be continued . ] STANZAS . Non omnia possumus omnes . - VIRGIL . I. GIVE me the harp of sorrow , Take ...
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... soul from the appalling sight , and yet an unaccountable fortitude sustained me at that dreadful crisis . I had virtue enough left within me to be assured , that your brother received an honourable interment ; and I hope the trial which ...
... soul from the appalling sight , and yet an unaccountable fortitude sustained me at that dreadful crisis . I had virtue enough left within me to be assured , that your brother received an honourable interment ; and I hope the trial which ...
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524. oldal - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups, That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
598. oldal - Tis morn ; but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye Brave Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry ! Few, few shall part, where many meet ! The snow shall be their winding-sheet, And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.
474. oldal - O my soul, come not thou into their secret; unto their assembly, mine honour, be not thou united! For in their anger they slew a man, and in their self-will they digged down a wall. Cursed be their anger, for it was fierce, and their wrath, for it was cruel. I will divide them in Jacob and scatter them in Israel.
597. oldal - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly.
585. oldal - And Lamech said unto his wives, Adah and Zillah, hear my voice; Ye wives of Lamech, hearken unto my speech: For I have slain a man to my wounding, And a young man to my hurt.
541. oldal - What ages and what lights are requisite for THIS attainment! This intelligence involves the very attributes of Divinity, while a God is denied. For unless this man is omnipresent, unless he is at this moment in every place in the universe, he cannot know but there may be in some place manifestations of a Deity by which even he would be overpowered.
126. oldal - Fill'd with the face of heaven, which, from afar, Comes down upon the waters; all its hues, From the rich sunset to the rising star, Their magical variety diffuse: And now they change ; a paler shadow strews Its mantle o'er the mountains; parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues •*> With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, — till — 'tis gone — and all is gray.
171. oldal - Quakers, who suffer their women to preach and pray. having soared out of his own reach and sight, not well perceiving how near the frontiers of height and depth border upon each other, with the same course and wing, he falls down plum into the lowest bottom of things...
597. oldal - Far flashed the red artillery. But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stained snow, And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 'Tis morn ; but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy.
473. oldal - The archers have sorely grieved him and shot at him and hated him. But his bow abode in strength, and the arms of his hands were made strong by the hands of the mighty God of Jacob.