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And yet , my Mary , first to thee my fondest thoughts are givert , Nor can fate more
than part us thus , whose hearts are one in heaven ; But God will cheer and
comfort thee , when I am far from hence , He knows thy gentle nature well , -our ...
And yet , my Mary , first to thee my fondest thoughts are givert , Nor can fate more
than part us thus , whose hearts are one in heaven ; But God will cheer and
comfort thee , when I am far from hence , He knows thy gentle nature well , -our ...
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With See ! where they come , the dark - robed funeall its numerous faults , that
poem had ral train , Solemn as silent thunder - clouds athwart considerable spirit
and harmony , while The noon day sky : from heaven a radiance there is little of ...
With See ! where they come , the dark - robed funeall its numerous faults , that
poem had ral train , Solemn as silent thunder - clouds athwart considerable spirit
and harmony , while The noon day sky : from heaven a radiance there is little of ...
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Many a dome , delicious quails , which cover both which rivalled the cupola of
heaven in sides of the Bosphorus by thousands strength and lofti ss , was
levelled to in the month of September ; and , when the ground ; the walls
crumbled in al- ...
Many a dome , delicious quails , which cover both which rivalled the cupola of
heaven in sides of the Bosphorus by thousands strength and lofti ss , was
levelled to in the month of September ; and , when the ground ; the walls
crumbled in al- ...
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BY L. E. L. Heaven knows our travellers have sufficiently alloyed the beautiful ,
and profaned the sublime , by associating these with themselves , the common -
place , and the ridiculous ; but out upon them , thus to tread on the grey hairs of ...
BY L. E. L. Heaven knows our travellers have sufficiently alloyed the beautiful ,
and profaned the sublime , by associating these with themselves , the common -
place , and the ridiculous ; but out upon them , thus to tread on the grey hairs of ...
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Na , he's gane to the Dhu , and his own and clansmen's vain fishing ; but an ye
hae ony message attempts to bend the bow , — " There for our chief , ( Heaven
guard him ! ) is not a man in your clan can bend about the coming of the red M'
Gre- ...
Na , he's gane to the Dhu , and his own and clansmen's vain fishing ; but an ye
hae ony message attempts to bend the bow , — " There for our chief , ( Heaven
guard him ! ) is not a man in your clan can bend about the coming of the red M'
Gre- ...
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Página 113 - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower.
Página 113 - Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes : They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire; Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
Página 113 - It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Página 113 - She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew, I could not choose But gaze upon her face.
Página 191 - Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Página 277 - And peace went with them, one and all, And each calm pillow spread: But Guilt was my grim Chamberlain That lighted me to bed, And drew my midnight curtains round, With fingers bloody red!
Página 114 - The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long. She wept with pity and delight, She blushed with love, and virgin shame; And like the murmur of a dream, I heard her breathe my name.
Página 428 - Alas, alas! how very soon this silly little Fly, Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by: With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew, — Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and green and purple hue; Thinking only of her crested head — poor foolish thing! At last, Up jumped the cunning Spider, and fiercely held her fast.
Página 277 - One that had never done me wrong, A feeble man and old: I led him to a lonely field; The moon shone clear and cold: Now here, said I, this man shall die, And I will have his gold!
Página 278 - Oh, God ! that horrid, horrid dream Besets me now awake ! Again — again, with dizzy brain, The human life I take ; And my red right hand grows raging hot, Like Cranmer's at the stake. " And still no peace for the restless clay, Will wave or mould allow ; The horrid thing pursues my soul, — It stands before me now ! " The fearful Boy looked up, and saw Huge drops upon his brow.
Información bibliográfica
| Título | Spirit of the English Magazines Volúmenes68-69;Volúmenes1365-1366 de American periodical series: 1800-1850 |
| Editor | Munroe and Francis, 1828 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Harvard |
| Digitalizado | 13 Mar 2007 |
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