The New Mirror, 3. kötetGeorge Pope Morris, Nathaniel Parker Willis Morris, Willis & Company, 1844 |
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... thee , friendly companion of my song , for this attention . I hurried quickly to my just completed work , found that it was not according to the plot of the learned Venetian director , and , with the heavenly anticipations of success in ...
... thee , friendly companion of my song , for this attention . I hurried quickly to my just completed work , found that it was not according to the plot of the learned Venetian director , and , with the heavenly anticipations of success in ...
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... thee , didst draw my soul into the circle of thy heavenly of theology , and the officious meddling of biblical critics ! looks , and wave enchantment round me , do not think thy Nothing , on the other hand , can be more wretched or com ...
... thee , didst draw my soul into the circle of thy heavenly of theology , and the officious meddling of biblical critics ! looks , and wave enchantment round me , do not think thy Nothing , on the other hand , can be more wretched or com ...
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... of our land Resteth now in thy right hand- The old nations o'er the sea , Shall revere us now , for thee ! Thou hast bought thyself a name- Guard thyself , and guard thy fame ! TO HER I MET ON MY RETURN FROM ABROAD . THE NEW MIRROR .
... of our land Resteth now in thy right hand- The old nations o'er the sea , Shall revere us now , for thee ! Thou hast bought thyself a name- Guard thyself , and guard thy fame ! TO HER I MET ON MY RETURN FROM ABROAD . THE NEW MIRROR .
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... thee in the sacred fane , Where chastened thoughts are turned to heaven , And felt my worship was not vain , Where thou had'st prayed to be forgiven . Oh ! often in a southern clime , Around a gorgeous altar - stone , When the low ...
... thee in the sacred fane , Where chastened thoughts are turned to heaven , And felt my worship was not vain , Where thou had'st prayed to be forgiven . Oh ! often in a southern clime , Around a gorgeous altar - stone , When the low ...
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... thee , that grow in ' midst of allies : There none dare pluck thee , for that place is such That but a god divine there's none dare touch ; If any but approach , straight doth arise A blushing lightning flash , and blights his eyes ...
... thee , that grow in ' midst of allies : There none dare pluck thee , for that place is such That but a god divine there's none dare touch ; If any but approach , straight doth arise A blushing lightning flash , and blights his eyes ...
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15. oldal - Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired ; Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die, that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee ; How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair.
153. oldal - Looks through the horizontal misty air Shorn of his beams; or from behind the moon, In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.
15. oldal - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
63. oldal - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony.
94. oldal - Many were the wit-combats betwixt him and Ben Jonson, which two I behold like a Spanish great galleon, and an English man-of-war ; Master Jonson (like the former) was built far higher in learning ; solid, but slow in his performances. Shakespeare...
58. oldal - t depends Not on the number, but the choice of friends. Books should, not business, entertain the light, And sleep, as undisturbed as death, the night. My house a cottage, more Than palace, and should fitting be For all my use, no luxury. My garden painted o'er With Nature's hand, not Art's ; and pleasures yield, Horace might envy in his Sabine field.
94. oldal - Soul of the age! The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare, rise! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room: Thou art a monument without a tomb, And art alive still while thy book doth live And we have wits to read and praise to give.
60. oldal - So serious should my youth appear among The thoughtless throng, So would I seem among the young and gay More grave than they, That in my age as cheerful I might be As the green winter of the Holly Tree, III LORD WILLIAM.
66. oldal - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth and youth and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
272. oldal - Oh ! it is great to shake off the trammels of the world and of public opinion — to lose our importunate, tormenting, everlasting personal identity in the elements of nature, and become the creature of the moment, clear of all ties — to hold to the universe only by a dish of sweetbreads, and to owe nothing but the score of the evening — and no longer seeking for applause and meeting with contempt, to be known by no other title than the Gentleman in the parlour!