Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, Том 14John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell Leavitt, Throw and Company, 1848 |
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... miles refreshments ; and Weyland ( Goethe's friend ) from Strasbourg . The circumstances and entered into a conversation with the spouses , whole position of this worthy Vicar , for such with reference to the circumstances of their com ...
... miles refreshments ; and Weyland ( Goethe's friend ) from Strasbourg . The circumstances and entered into a conversation with the spouses , whole position of this worthy Vicar , for such with reference to the circumstances of their com ...
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... miles of frozen desert . for some unexplained reason , whose good- We might protract the comparison , and ness we incline to doubt , it has been print- show innumerable points of contrast , but ed for the perusal of friends , instead of ...
... miles of frozen desert . for some unexplained reason , whose good- We might protract the comparison , and ness we incline to doubt , it has been print- show innumerable points of contrast , but ed for the perusal of friends , instead of ...
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... miles broad and many hun - into which he suddenly found himself thrust . dred miles long , covered with dense forests , He had not been many hours on board the expanded lakes , broad rivers , and mighty Prince Rupert , when he beheld a ...
... miles broad and many hun - into which he suddenly found himself thrust . dred miles long , covered with dense forests , He had not been many hours on board the expanded lakes , broad rivers , and mighty Prince Rupert , when he beheld a ...
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... miles above the mouth stood a large oblong iron box , with a fun- of Hayes River , stand a number of wooden nel communicating with the roof . This buildings , stores , dwelling - houses , mess- was the stove , besides which the only ...
... miles above the mouth stood a large oblong iron box , with a fun- of Hayes River , stand a number of wooden nel communicating with the roof . This buildings , stores , dwelling - houses , mess- was the stove , besides which the only ...
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... miles a day upon them . Only in damp weather , the moist snow clogs the meshes , and the lines are apt to gall the foot . Apropos of this inconvenience , Mr. Ballantyne avails himself of the traveller's privilege , and favors us with a ...
... miles a day upon them . Only in damp weather , the moist snow clogs the meshes , and the lines are apt to gall the foot . Apropos of this inconvenience , Mr. Ballantyne avails himself of the traveller's privilege , and favors us with a ...
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Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, Том 40 John Holmes Agnew,Walter Hilliard Bidwell Повний перегляд - 1857 |
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Сторінка 413 - Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare ; Bold lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve ; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair ! Ah, happy, happy boughs ! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu...
Сторінка 412 - Until the poppied warmth of sleep oppress'd Her soothed limbs, and soul fatigued away ; Flown, like a thought, until the morrow-day ; Blissfully haven'd both from joy and pain; Clasp'd like a missal where swart Paynims pray; Blinded alike from sunshine and from rain, As though a rose should shut, and be a bud again.
Сторінка 520 - My wits begin to turn. Come on, my boy : how dost, my boy ? art cold ? I am cold myself. Where is this straw, my fellow ? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel. Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart That's sorry yet for thee.
Сторінка 413 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Сторінка 412 - 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, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint : She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven : Porphyro grew faint : She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Сторінка 396 - If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Сторінка 412 - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in seaweed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.
Сторінка 409 - Homer ruled as his demesne ; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Сторінка 521 - Lear. Be your tears wet ? yes, faith. I pray, weep not : If you have poison for me I will drink it. I know you do not love me ; for your sisters Have, as I do remember, done me wrong : You have some cause, they have not. Cor. No cause, no cause.
Сторінка 105 - Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains, They crowned him long ago On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds, With a diadem of snow.