The London Magazine, Volumen3Baldwin, Cradock, and Joy, 1821 |
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... eyes , of Alice Wn , than that so passionate a love - ad- venture should be lost . It was bet- ter that our family should have missed that legacy , which old Dor- rell cheated us of , than that I should have at this moment two thousand ...
... eyes , of Alice Wn , than that so passionate a love - ad- venture should be lost . It was bet- ter that our family should have missed that legacy , which old Dor- rell cheated us of , than that I should have at this moment two thousand ...
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... eyes , have some influence among men.- When she had wreathed up her tresses to her own satisfaction , she began to cast around her such glan- ces - suddenly shot and as suddenly withdrawn — as would have been dan- gerous , concentrated ...
... eyes , have some influence among men.- When she had wreathed up her tresses to her own satisfaction , she began to cast around her such glan- ces - suddenly shot and as suddenly withdrawn — as would have been dan- gerous , concentrated ...
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... eye seemed to have singled out some object of regard on shore , seized the rope ; then leaping , with a plunge ... eye to wel- come and rejoice in them , save the brave old mariner , Richard Faulder alone . To him no one spoke , on him ...
... eye seemed to have singled out some object of regard on shore , seized the rope ; then leaping , with a plunge ... eye to wel- come and rejoice in them , save the brave old mariner , Richard Faulder alone . To him no one spoke , on him ...
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... eyes of the Cumbrian maidens . " His name be praised , " said one old man , to whose bosom a son had been ur ... eye , indicated more than common sym- pathy . " And oh ! Stephen Porter , my son , " resumed the father , " never set foot ...
... eyes of the Cumbrian maidens . " His name be praised , " said one old man , to whose bosom a son had been ur ... eye , indicated more than common sym- pathy . " And oh ! Stephen Porter , my son , " resumed the father , " never set foot ...
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... eyes Rained down bright tears - still the shallop flies . The shallop shoulders the surge and flies , — But at that ... eye reflecting wonder and respect , on a face - bold , mournful , and martial , as his was , - which had braved so ...
... eyes Rained down bright tears - still the shallop flies . The shallop shoulders the surge and flies , — But at that ... eye reflecting wonder and respect , on a face - bold , mournful , and martial , as his was , - which had braved so ...
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Página 596 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The Child is father of the Man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Página 39 - I'll tell you, friend! a wise man and a fool. You'll find, if once the monarch acts the monk Or, cobbler-like, the parson will be drunk, Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow, The rest is all but leather or prunella.
Página 328 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
Página 61 - He scarce had ceased, when the superior fiend Was moving toward the shore: his ponderous shield, Ethereal temper, massy, large, and round, Behind him cast; the broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views, At evening, from the top of Fesole, Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe.
Página 482 - There children dwell who know no parents' care; Parents, who know no children's love, dwell there! Heart-broken matrons on their joyless bed, Forsaken wives, and mothers never wed; Dejected widows with unheeded tears, And crippled age with more than childhood fears; The lame, the blind, and, far the happiest they! The moping idiot and the madman gay.
Página 328 - The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Página 596 - That light we see is burning in my hall ; how far that little candle throws its beams, so shines a good deed in a naughty world...
Página 480 - Which neither groves nor happy valleys boast; Where other cares than those the Muse relates, And other shepherds dwell with other mates; By such examples taught, I paint the Cot, As Truth will paint it, and as Bards will not...
Página 58 - The moon is up, and yet it is not night — Sunset divides the sky with her — a sea Of glory streams along the Alpine height Of blue Friuli's mountains ; Heaven is free From clouds, but of all colours seems to be Melted to one vast Iris of the West, Where the Day joins the past Eternity ; While, on the other hand, meek Dian's crest Floats through the azure air — an island of the blest ! XXVIII.
Página 313 - A million torches lighted by thy hand Wander unwearied through the blue abyss : They own thy power, accomplish thy command. All gay with life, all eloquent with bliss, What shall we call them ? Piles of crystal light, A glorious company of golden streams, Lamps of celestial ether burning bright, Suns lighting systems with their joyous beams ? But thou to these art as the noon to night.