The Edinburgh magazine, and literary miscellany, a new series of The Scots magazine, Том 71820 |
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... young man , · was alive when I left my country . Alas , ' said the Indian , how wretched must he be . ' He paused a moment , and then add- ed , Dost thou know that I have been a father - I am a father no more . I saw my son fall in ...
... young man , · was alive when I left my country . Alas , ' said the Indian , how wretched must he be . ' He paused a moment , and then add- ed , Dost thou know that I have been a father - I am a father no more . I saw my son fall in ...
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... young and fair , A few short years ago , was grown , with pain Of thoughts unutter'd , ( a heart - eating care , ) Pale as a statue . When he met her first He gazed and gasped as tho ' his heart would burst . Her figure came before him ...
... young and fair , A few short years ago , was grown , with pain Of thoughts unutter'd , ( a heart - eating care , ) Pale as a statue . When he met her first He gazed and gasped as tho ' his heart would burst . Her figure came before him ...
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... young ladies who have such beings as a Marcian to deal with , ( though , if they do not wish to run ultimately the risk of being poisoned , they had much better chuse among a different class of lovers , ) just to throw loose the reins ...
... young ladies who have such beings as a Marcian to deal with , ( though , if they do not wish to run ultimately the risk of being poisoned , they had much better chuse among a different class of lovers , ) just to throw loose the reins ...
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Tell him , sweet winds , that in my woman's bosom My young love still retains its perfect power , Or , like the summer blossom , That changes still from bud to the full- blown flower , Grows with every passing hour . Say , ( and say ...
Tell him , sweet winds , that in my woman's bosom My young love still retains its perfect power , Or , like the summer blossom , That changes still from bud to the full- blown flower , Grows with every passing hour . Say , ( and say ...
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... young , the gentle , -dying fast away . He sate and watched her , as a nurse might do , And saw the dull film steal across the blue , And saw , and felt her sweet forgiving smile , That , as she died , parted her lips the while , Her ...
... young , the gentle , -dying fast away . He sate and watched her , as a nurse might do , And saw the dull film steal across the blue , And saw , and felt her sweet forgiving smile , That , as she died , parted her lips the while , Her ...
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Сторінка 315 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Сторінка 315 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards : Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the queen-moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry fays...
Сторінка 315 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild...
Сторінка 542 - Wherefore if they shall say unto you, Behold, He is in the desert ; go not forth : behold, He is in the secret chambers ; believe it not. For as the lightning cometh out of the east, and shineth even unto the west ; so shall also the coming of the Son of man be.
Сторінка 315 - But here there is no light Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. 1 cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs...
Сторінка 450 - Had thrilled my guileless Genevieve ; 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 maiden shame ; And like the murmur of a dream, I heard her breathe my name. Her bosom heaved — she stepped aside, As conscious of my look she stept — Then suddenly with timorous eye, She fled to me and wept.
Сторінка 314 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon. And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon ; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest.
Сторінка 314 - Of fruits, and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device, Innumerable of stains and splendid dyes, As are the tiger-moth's deep-damask'd wings; And in the midst, 'mong thousand heraldries, And twilight saints, and dim emblazonings, A shielded scutcheon blush'd with blood of queens and kings.
Сторінка 314 - Anon his heart revives : her vespers done, Of all its wreathed pearls her hair she frees; Unclasps her warmed jewels one by one; Loosens her fragrant boddice; by degrees Her rich attire creeps rustling to her knees...
Сторінка 315 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that ofttimes hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.