New Monthly Magazine, and Universal Register, Volumen144Henry Colburn, 1869 |
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... heart , " she said , very faintly , and then blushed , and looked down like a frightened child . The cloud cleared ... heart's content , for being a younger sister and an espiègle to boot , she yielded the duties of hostess - ship com ...
... heart , " she said , very faintly , and then blushed , and looked down like a frightened child . The cloud cleared ... heart's content , for being a younger sister and an espiègle to boot , she yielded the duties of hostess - ship com ...
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... heart , glide softly in to their wonted places by the household hearth , and we feel as if the grave had yielded up its dead unto us again , and the long closed eyes were looking their unutterable tenderness into our tear - dimmed ...
... heart , glide softly in to their wonted places by the household hearth , and we feel as if the grave had yielded up its dead unto us again , and the long closed eyes were looking their unutterable tenderness into our tear - dimmed ...
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... heart in the assembly that night . His mother watched him with a pale stern face , but spake never a word , and composedly saw her last guest to the door as if nothing unusual had occurred , for , like the hackneyed boy of Sparta , she ...
... heart in the assembly that night . His mother watched him with a pale stern face , but spake never a word , and composedly saw her last guest to the door as if nothing unusual had occurred , for , like the hackneyed boy of Sparta , she ...
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... heart life , he had girded his loins and seized the scrip and staff to become a self - exiled wanderer through Belgian and German spas , and down the silvery Rhine- yea , across the Alps , and into the classic land of Italy . Perhaps ...
... heart life , he had girded his loins and seized the scrip and staff to become a self - exiled wanderer through Belgian and German spas , and down the silvery Rhine- yea , across the Alps , and into the classic land of Italy . Perhaps ...
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... heart , they say , for the loss of his only son , who was drowned out bathing , and , like poor Henry II . , he was never seen to smile again after his demise . By the way , what a charming poem Mrs. Hemans has written on that subject ...
... heart , they say , for the loss of his only son , who was drowned out bathing , and , like poor Henry II . , he was never seen to smile again after his demise . By the way , what a charming poem Mrs. Hemans has written on that subject ...
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Página 309 - And the scene where his melody charmed me before Resounds with his sweet-flowing ditty no more. My fugitive years are all hasting away, And I must ere long lie as lowly as they With a turf on my breast and a stone at my head, Ere another such grove shall arise in its stead. 'Tis a sight to engage me, if anything can, To muse on the perishing pleasures of man ; Though his life be a dream, his enjoyments, I see, Have a being less durable even than he.
Página 95 - There is a stern round tower of other days, Firm as a fortress, with its fence of stone, Such as an army's baffled strength delays, Standing with half its battlements alone, And with two thousand years of ivy grown, The garland of eternity, where wave The green leaves over all by time o'erthrown ; — 4 What was this tower of strength? within its cave What treasure lay so lock'd, so hid? — A woman's grave.
Página 310 - But me, not destined such delights to share, My prime of life in wandering spent and care ; Impell'd, with steps unceasing, to pursue Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view ; That, like the circle bounding earth and skies, Allures from far, yet, as I follow, flies ; My fortune leads to traverse realms alone, And find no spot of all the world my own.
Página 715 - The sword, the banner, and the field, Glory and Greece, around me see! The Spartan, borne upon his shield, Was not more free. Awake! (not Greece — she is awake!) Awake, my spirit!
Página 306 - And never won. Dream after dream ensues; And still they dream that they shall still succeed, And still are disappointed.
Página 715 - My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone!
Página 577 - United Church, as the Established Church of England and Ireland, shall be deemed and taken to be an essential and fundamental part of the Union...
Página 667 - The beauties to the original I owe; Which when I miss, my own defects I show: Nor think the kindred Muses thy disgrace: A poet is not born in every race. Two of a house few ages can afford; One to perform, another to record.
Página 720 - I hurried to the summit. The glory of our prize burst suddenly upon me ! There, like a sea of quicksilver, lay far beneath the grand expanse of water — a boundless sea horizon on the south and south-west, glittering in the noonday sun ; and on the west, at fifty or sixty miles...
Página 308 - Between two worlds life hovers like a star Twixt night and morn upon the horizon's verge. How little do we know that which we are ! How less what we may be! The eternal surge Of time and tide rolls on and bears afar Our bubbles. As the old burst, new emerge, Lashed from the foam of ages; while the graves Of empires heave but like some passing waves.