Southern Literary Messenger, 2. kötetT.W. White, 1835 |
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9. oldal
... Thou'rt like the Indian matron , who adorns her baby fair , E'er she gives it to the Ganges ' flood , all bright , to perish there ; Thou callest out the trusting buds with the lustre of thy sky , And clothest them in hues of Heaven all ...
... Thou'rt like the Indian matron , who adorns her baby fair , E'er she gives it to the Ganges ' flood , all bright , to perish there ; Thou callest out the trusting buds with the lustre of thy sky , And clothest them in hues of Heaven all ...
13. oldal
... thou ? - Jacinta ( pertly . ) Yes , Ma'am , I'm here . Lalage . I did not know , Jacinta , you were in waiting . Sit down ! -let not my presence trouble you- Sit down ! -for I am humble , most humble . Jacinta ( aside . ) ' Tis time ...
... thou ? - Jacinta ( pertly . ) Yes , Ma'am , I'm here . Lalage . I did not know , Jacinta , you were in waiting . Sit down ! -let not my presence trouble you- Sit down ! -for I am humble , most humble . Jacinta ( aside . ) ' Tis time ...
14. oldal
... thou a crucifix fit for this thing ? | For ruin'd maid . Fair mirror and true ! -thou liest not ! I live — I live . Thou hast no end to gain - no heart to break- Castiglione lied who said he loved- Thou true - he false ! -false ! -false ...
... thou a crucifix fit for this thing ? | For ruin'd maid . Fair mirror and true ! -thou liest not ! I live — I live . Thou hast no end to gain - no heart to break- Castiglione lied who said he loved- Thou true - he false ! -false ! -false ...
15. oldal
... thou wilt not hear In hearkening to imaginary sounds And phantom voices . Politian . It is a phantom voice , Didst thou not hear it then ? Baldazzar . I heard it not . Politian . Thou heardst it not ! - no more -Baldazzar , speak To me ...
... thou wilt not hear In hearkening to imaginary sounds And phantom voices . Politian . It is a phantom voice , Didst thou not hear it then ? Baldazzar . I heard it not . Politian . Thou heardst it not ! - no more -Baldazzar , speak To me ...
16. oldal
... thou likenest to it , | Indeed , at the best , it is no. tears Will madden me . Oh weep not , Lalage- Be comforted . I know - I know it all , And still I speak of love . Look at me , brightest , And beautiful Lalage , and listen to me !
... thou likenest to it , | Indeed , at the best , it is no. tears Will madden me . Oh weep not , Lalage- Be comforted . I know - I know it all , And still I speak of love . Look at me , brightest , And beautiful Lalage , and listen to me !
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333. oldal - WHEN Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night. And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land.
179. oldal - at the Mount of St Mary's, in the stony stage where I now stand, I have brought you some fine biscuits, baked in the oven of charity, carefully conserved for the chickens of the church, the sparrows of the spirit, and the sweet swallows of salvation.
256. oldal - And the LORD said unto Abram, after that Lot was separated from him, Lift up now thine eyes, and look from the place where thou art northward, and southward, and eastward, and westward : for all the land which thou seest, to thee will I give it, and to thy seed for ever.
336. oldal - Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days ! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise. Tears fell when thou wert dying, From eyes unused to weep, And long, where thou art lying, Will tears the cold turf steep. When hearts whose truth was proven, Like thine are laid in earth, There should a wreath be woven To tell the world their worth.
335. oldal - Thy sunken eye's unearthly light To him is welcome as the .sight Of sky and stars to prisoned men : Thy grasp is welcome as the hand Of brother in a foreign land ; Thy summons welcome as the cry That told the Indian isles were nigh To the world-seeking Genoese, When the land-wind, from woods of palm, And orange groves, and fields of balm, Blew o'er the Haytian seas.
285. oldal - Jesus Christ,' so that it should read, 'a departure from the plan of Jesus Christ, the holy author of our religion ;' the insertion was rejected by a great majority, in proof that they meant to comprehend, within the mantle of its protection, the Jew and the Gentile, the Christian and Mahometan, the Hindoo, and Infidel of every denomination.
238. oldal - TO HELEN. Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome.
330. oldal - Studs of gold on a ground of green; And the quivering lance which he brandished bright, Was the sting of a wasp he had slain in fight.
124. oldal - Naples ! thou Heart of men which ever pantest Naked, beneath the lidless eye of heaven ! Elysian City which to calm enchantest The mutinous air and sea : they round thee, even As sleep round Love, are driven...
336. oldal - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.