The New Monthly Magazine, Том 10E. Littell, 1825 |
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... fear the atmosphere Is grown too hot for balls , Is all that they can have to say Who meet at Morning Calls . While Fashion's dames clung round St. James , The deed might soon be done ; But now when ton ' s bulky grown She claims all ...
... fear the atmosphere Is grown too hot for balls , Is all that they can have to say Who meet at Morning Calls . While Fashion's dames clung round St. James , The deed might soon be done ; But now when ton ' s bulky grown She claims all ...
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... fear- fully real . We will not deprive our readers of the pleasures of curiosity by a broader hint , than that few things have taken stronger hold of our fancy than " the little parlour " in the deserted house , which has been shut up ...
... fear- fully real . We will not deprive our readers of the pleasures of curiosity by a broader hint , than that few things have taken stronger hold of our fancy than " the little parlour " in the deserted house , which has been shut up ...
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... fear . " The angels ' lyres , " she said , " had ceased to thrill : Each front was bow'd , each lip in prayer was still ; And o'er their radiant features fell their hair , And veil'd their vision from the o'erpowering glare Of their ...
... fear . " The angels ' lyres , " she said , " had ceased to thrill : Each front was bow'd , each lip in prayer was still ; And o'er their radiant features fell their hair , And veil'd their vision from the o'erpowering glare Of their ...
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... fears began again to unfit her for the duty of intercessor . " Pardon ! for what ? ' said the King . " First , for entering your royal presence too boldly and unadvisedly- She stopped " Thou too boldly ! -the sun might as well ask ...
... fears began again to unfit her for the duty of intercessor . " Pardon ! for what ? ' said the King . " First , for entering your royal presence too boldly and unadvisedly- She stopped " Thou too boldly ! -the sun might as well ask ...
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... Fear , as great as kings have felt When their thrones were seen to melt , — Joy , despair , —and death sublime , That fills that evil mouth of Time ! As the spirit when compress'd Is of finer force possess'd , And , when stripp'd of ...
... Fear , as great as kings have felt When their thrones were seen to melt , — Joy , despair , —and death sublime , That fills that evil mouth of Time ! As the spirit when compress'd Is of finer force possess'd , And , when stripp'd of ...
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Сторінка 418 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
Сторінка 445 - The voice, the glance, the heart I sought — give answer, where are they ? If thou wouldst clear thy perjured soul, send life through this cold clay! " Into these glassy eyes put light — be still ! keep down thine ire, Bid these white lips a blessing speak — this earth is not my sire ! Give me back him for whom I strove, for whom my blood was shed,— Thou canst not ? — and a king ! — his dust be mountains on thy head...
Сторінка 548 - The sea, the blue lone sea, hath one, He lies where pearls lie deep, He was the loved of all, yet none O'er his low bed may weep.
Сторінка 298 - Its roof star-pictured Nature's ceiling, Where trancing the rapt spirit's feeling, And God himself to man revealing, The harmonious spheres Make music, though unheard their pealing By mortal ears. Fair stars ! are not your beings pure ? Can sin, can death your worlds obscure ? Else why so swell the thoughts at your Aspect above ? Ye must be Heavens that make us sure Of heavenly love ! And in your harmony sublime ' I 'read the doom of distant time ; That man's regenerate soul from crime Shall yet...
Сторінка 548 - ... where pearls lie deep, He was the loved of all, yet none O'er his low bed may weep. One sleeps where southern vines are drest Above the noble slain; He wrapt his colours round his breast On a blood-red field of Spain.
Сторінка 192 - We have redemption through his blood, even the forgiveness of sins." He passed into the heavens ; and being the brightness of the glory of God, " and the express image of his person, and upholding all things by the word of his power, when he had by himself purged our sins, sat down on the right hand of the Majesty on high ;" and ever liveth to make intercession for us.
Сторінка 557 - And all and each that passed that way Did join in the pursuit. And now the turnpike gates again Flew open in short space; The toll-men thinking as before That Gilpin rode a race. And so he did, and won it too, For he got first to town ; Nor stopped till where he had got up He did again get down. Now let us sing, long live the king...
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Сторінка 444 - A lowly knee to earth he bent, his father's hand he took, — What was there in its touch that all his fiery spirit shook? That hand was cold — a frozen thing — it dropped from his like lead: He looked up to the face above — the face was of the dead!
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