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Página 103
-All , all thy soul hath known , Loved , felt , rejoiced in , from its grasp must fade ! -
Is there no voice whose kind , awakening tone A sense of spring - time in thy
heart hath made ? No eye whose glance thy day - dreams would recall ?
-All , all thy soul hath known , Loved , felt , rejoiced in , from its grasp must fade ! -
Is there no voice whose kind , awakening tone A sense of spring - time in thy
heart hath made ? No eye whose glance thy day - dreams would recall ?
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... lost in light , Still gem the proud sun's glory bed , And o'er the saddening brow
of night A softer , holier influence shedHow well your radiant march hath sped ,
Unfailing vestals of the sky , As smiling thus ye weed from dread The soul ye
court ...
... lost in light , Still gem the proud sun's glory bed , And o'er the saddening brow
of night A softer , holier influence shedHow well your radiant march hath sped ,
Unfailing vestals of the sky , As smiling thus ye weed from dread The soul ye
court ...
Página 229
Yes , from the bustling din of life , How is the inmost soul distrest , " Tis sweet
unspeakably to turn To find that those , who owed us good , To times and days
devoid of strife ; Should turn , when needed , like the rest , And conjure from the
silent ...
Yes , from the bustling din of life , How is the inmost soul distrest , " Tis sweet
unspeakably to turn To find that those , who owed us good , To times and days
devoid of strife ; Should turn , when needed , like the rest , And conjure from the
silent ...
Página 358
-in thy soul There lies no Past , no Future . Thou hast heard No sound of presage
from the distance roll , Thy breast bears traces of no arrowy word : From thee no
Love hath gone : thy mind's young eye Hath look'd not into Death's , and thence ...
-in thy soul There lies no Past , no Future . Thou hast heard No sound of presage
from the distance roll , Thy breast bears traces of no arrowy word : From thee no
Love hath gone : thy mind's young eye Hath look'd not into Death's , and thence ...
Página 453
And shall the soul , the fount of reason , die , How dreadful were the gleams of
Deity ! When dust ... From Thee , whose hidden but supreme control Ah , no ! it
cannot be that men were sent Moves through the world , a universal soul . ” To
live ...
And shall the soul , the fount of reason , die , How dreadful were the gleams of
Deity ! When dust ... From Thee , whose hidden but supreme control Ah , no ! it
cannot be that men were sent Moves through the world , a universal soul . ” To
live ...
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Página 88 - Morning 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.
Página 288 - So am I as the rich, whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, Since, seldom coming, in the long year set, Like stones of worth they thinly placed are, Or captain jewels in the carcanet.
Página 405 - Each passing hour sheds tribute from her wings ; And still new beauties meet his lonely walk, And loves unfelt attract him. Not a breeze Flies o'er the meadow, not a cloud imbibes The setting sun's effulgence, not a strain From all the tenants of the warbling shade Ascends, but whence his bosom can partake Fresh pleasure, unreproved...
Página 417 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Página 336 - I have of late — but wherefore I know not- — lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises ; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Página 298 - He might have nourished us like " the fowls of the air and the lilies of the field," which " toil not, neither do they spin.
Página 340 - I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus ; but use all gently : for in the very torrent, tempest, and (as I may say) whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance, that may give it smoothness.
Página 62 - O gin my love were yon red rose That grows upon the castle wa', And I mysel' a drap o' dew, Into her bonnie breast to fa' ! Oh, there beyond expression blest. I'd feast on beauty a' the night ; Seal'd on her silk-saft faulds to rest, Till fley'd awa' by Phoebus
Página 296 - British monarchy, not more limited than fenced by the orders of the state, shall, like the proud Keep of Windsor, rising in the majesty of proportion, and girt with the double belt of its kindred and coeval towers...
Página 76 - ... you away. Fond fancy brought back to my slumbers Our walks on the Ness and the Den, And echoed the musical numbers Which you used to sing to me then. I know the romance, since it's over, 'Twere idle, or worse, to recall ; I know you're a terrible rover ; But Clarence, you'll come to our Ball ! It's only a year, since, at College, You put on your cap and your gown ; !But, Clarence...
Información bibliográfica
| Título | Spirit of the English Magazines Volúmenes68-69;Volúmenes1365-1366 de American periodical series: 1800-1850 |
| Editor | Munroe and Francis, 1829 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Harvard |
| Digitalizado | 13 Mar 2007 |
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