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Página 116
... I pause e'en at the portal of thy fame , And feel that even Beauty woos in vain ,
Whilst thou , encircled by majestic forms , Stalk'st wildly by , and through the deep
- toned storms Speak'st to the elements . Thy word is past ! The icy mountain ...
... I pause e'en at the portal of thy fame , And feel that even Beauty woos in vain ,
Whilst thou , encircled by majestic forms , Stalk'st wildly by , and through the deep
- toned storms Speak'st to the elements . Thy word is past ! The icy mountain ...
Página 209
He who hath seen these , of the sinking vessel , the very danger thought I , may
boast of having seen suspended both fear and feeling , but in somewhat ; little
imagining that it a subsequent moment of rest , I have would ever be my fate to
look ...
He who hath seen these , of the sinking vessel , the very danger thought I , may
boast of having seen suspended both fear and feeling , but in somewhat ; little
imagining that it a subsequent moment of rest , I have would ever be my fate to
look ...
Página 381
Oft liquid fires of burning sulpbur glow , ed , “ I have little doubt of being able
Dryden . to feel mine . ” I must acknowledge “ My imagination , I admit , was
acmyself annoyed by having suggestions tively alive to the possible accidents of
...
Oft liquid fires of burning sulpbur glow , ed , “ I have little doubt of being able
Dryden . to feel mine . ” I must acknowledge “ My imagination , I admit , was
acmyself annoyed by having suggestions tively alive to the possible accidents of
...
Página 403
cannot in justice encourage ; but when the lips that are pale , the cheeks that are
wan , taste , talent , or feeling are ... The To souls that stili can feel , and bearts
that burn ; third Spirit singsWe have not bent the chasten'd brow in vain , To hear
...
cannot in justice encourage ; but when the lips that are pale , the cheeks that are
wan , taste , talent , or feeling are ... The To souls that stili can feel , and bearts
that burn ; third Spirit singsWe have not bent the chasten'd brow in vain , To hear
...
Página 448
Thou feel'st the pangs ' tis thine to give , Oh ! seek me where I rove forlorn ,
Should he be repaid with deriding , And I'll to soothe and cheer thee , live : Who
only in life can now see Thy friend I'll be - thy lover never , The dwelling , where
thou ...
Thou feel'st the pangs ' tis thine to give , Oh ! seek me where I rove forlorn ,
Should he be repaid with deriding , And I'll to soothe and cheer thee , live : Who
only in life can now see Thy friend I'll be - thy lover never , The dwelling , where
thou ...
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admiration appeared arms beautiful called carried character close continued covered dark daughter death deep effect English entered eyes face fair father fear feel feet fire flowers French gave give given half hand happy head heard heart heaven hope hour interest Italy kind King lady land late leave length less letter light live look Lord manner means ment mind morning mountain nature never night observed once passed perhaps person present received remain replied rock rose round scene seemed seen side soon sound spirit sweet thee thing thou thought tion took traveller trees turned voice whole wind wish young youth
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Página 262 - We are not of Alice, nor of thee, nor are we children at all. The children of Alice call Bartrum father. We are nothing ; less than nothing ; and dreams. We are only what might have been, and must wait upon the tedious shores of Lethe millions of ages before we have existence, and a name.
Página 262 - Then I told how for seven long years, in hope sometimes, sometimes in despair, yet persisting ever, I courted the fair Alice W n ; and, as much as children could understand, I explained to them what coyness, and difficulty, and denial meant in maidens — when suddenly, turning to Alice, the soul of the first Alice looked out at her eyes with such a reality of re-presentment, that I became in doubt which of them stood there before me, or whose that bright hair was...
Página 223 - Here lies Fred, Who was alive, and is dead. Had it been his father, I had much rather. Had it been his brother, Still better than another. Had it been his sister, No one would have missed her. Had it been the whole generation, Still better for the nation. But since 't is only Fred, Who was alive, and is dead, There's no more to be said.
Página 262 - I was lame-footed; and how when he died, though he had not been dead an hour, it seemed as if he had died a great while ago, such a distance there is betwixt life and death...
Página 319 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Página 261 - ... carried away to the owner's other house, where they were set up, and looked as awkward as if some one were to carry away the old tombs they had seen lately at the abbey, and stick them up in Lady C.'s tawdry gilt drawing-room. Here John smiled, as much as to say, " That would be foolish indeed.
Página 261 - ... or in lying about upon the fresh grass, with all the fine garden smells around me — or basking in the orangery, till I could almost fancy myself ripening too along with the oranges and the limes in that grateful warmth — or in watching the dace that darted to and fro in the fish-pond, at the bottom of the garden, with here and there a great sulky pike hanging midway down the water in silent state, as if it mocked at their impertinent friskings...
Página 200 - Cupid and my Campaspe played At cards for kisses — Cupid paid; He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows; Loses them too; then down he throws The coral of his lip, the rose Growing on's cheek (but none knows how), With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin; All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love! has she done this to thee? What shall, alas! become of me?
Página 250 - tis her privilege Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy...
Página 261 - CHILDREN love to listen to stories about their elders, when they were children ; to stretch their imagination to the conception of a traditionary great-uncle or grandame whom they never saw.
Información bibliográfica
| Título | Spirit of the English Magazines, Volumen11 Volúmenes68-69;Volúmenes1365-1366 de American periodical series: 1800-1850 |
| Editor | Munroe and Francis, 1822 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Harvard |
| Digitalizado | 15 Mar 2007 |
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