New Monthly Magazine, and Universal Register, Հատոր 8Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Thomas Hood, Theodore Edward Hook, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth E. W. Allen, 1823 |
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... hath swept with the chase away , There is stillness in the sky ; But the mother looks on her son to - day , With a troubled heart and eye , And the maiden's brow hath a shade of care , ' Midst the gleam of her golden hair ! The Rhine ...
... hath swept with the chase away , There is stillness in the sky ; But the mother looks on her son to - day , With a troubled heart and eye , And the maiden's brow hath a shade of care , ' Midst the gleam of her golden hair ! The Rhine ...
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... hath rest ! Tell the raven - steed which bore thee , When the wild - wolf fled before thee , He , too , with his lord must fall ! -There is room in Odin's Hall ! " Lo ! the mighty sun looks forth ! Arm ! thou leader of the north ! Lo ...
... hath rest ! Tell the raven - steed which bore thee , When the wild - wolf fled before thee , He , too , with his lord must fall ! -There is room in Odin's Hall ! " Lo ! the mighty sun looks forth ! Arm ! thou leader of the north ! Lo ...
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... hath beat reply . Oh ! magic of the mind ! whose might Can make the desert heavenly fair , And fill with forms divinely bright The dreary vacancy of air , And speed the soul from clime to clime , Though stormy Oceans roar in vain , And ...
... hath beat reply . Oh ! magic of the mind ! whose might Can make the desert heavenly fair , And fill with forms divinely bright The dreary vacancy of air , And speed the soul from clime to clime , Though stormy Oceans roar in vain , And ...
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... hath Casca made : ' I knew it quite perfect at Harrow , so I shall soon recover it . " Those light clouds of self - conceit which float occasionally around the heads of unfledged ensigns and beardless barristers - at - law , shewing to ...
... hath Casca made : ' I knew it quite perfect at Harrow , so I shall soon recover it . " Those light clouds of self - conceit which float occasionally around the heads of unfledged ensigns and beardless barristers - at - law , shewing to ...
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... hath shone On the tower of magnific Babylon- The day that shall see her the spoil of the foe , And trample the strength of the mighty low . Tis midnight , and the feast is done , The revellers wrapp'd in sleep ; The long - drawn streets ...
... hath shone On the tower of magnific Babylon- The day that shall see her the spoil of the foe , And trample the strength of the mighty low . Tis midnight , and the feast is done , The revellers wrapp'd in sleep ; The long - drawn streets ...
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Էջ 113 - It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that I wrote the last lines of the last page, in a summer-house in my garden. After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent.
Էջ 539 - O'er-run and trampled on: then what they do in present, Though less than yours in past, must o'ertop yours; For time is like a fashionable host That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And, with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps in the comer: welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing.
Էջ 160 - Far down, and shining through their stillness lies ! Thou hast the starry gems, the burning gold, Won from ten thousand royal argosies ! — . Sweep o'er thy spoils, thou wild and wrathful main...
Էջ 41 - Ye winds that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me ? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.
Էջ 177 - Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen Full many a sprightly race Disporting on thy margent green The paths of pleasure trace; Who foremost now delight to cleave With pliant arm, thy glassy wave? The captive linnet which enthral? What idle progeny succeed To chase the rolling circle's speed, Or urge the flying ball?
Էջ 540 - High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin...
Էջ 264 - In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
Էջ 229 - Turk: false of heart, light of ear, bloody of hand; hog in sloth, fox in stealth, wolf in greediness, dog in madness, lion in prey.
Էջ 160 - Give back the lost and lovely! — those for whom The place was kept at board and hearth so long! The prayer went up through midnight's breathless gloom, And the vain yearning woke 'midst festal song!
Էջ 273 - Go, let oblivion's curtain fall Upon the stage of men, Nor with thy rising beams recall Life's tragedy again. Its piteous pageants bring not back, Nor waken flesh, upon the rack Of pain anew to writhe ; Stretch'd in disease's shapes abhorr'd, Or mown in battle by the sword, Like grass beneath the scythe.