The Cornish Magazine, Випуск 25J. Philip, 1826 |
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... bright as they , Thy faint , sweet perfume wakens tears I may not , cannot wish away ! Thy withered leaves are as a spell To bring the sainted past before me ; And long - lost visions , loved too well , In all their truth restore me ...
... bright as they , Thy faint , sweet perfume wakens tears I may not , cannot wish away ! Thy withered leaves are as a spell To bring the sainted past before me ; And long - lost visions , loved too well , In all their truth restore me ...
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... bright eyes and dazzling complexions ; here he lounges out half his days , at home he sits down to his unsocial meal , and when his palate is pleased , he has no other passion to gratify . What becomes of him after death I am not ...
... bright eyes and dazzling complexions ; here he lounges out half his days , at home he sits down to his unsocial meal , and when his palate is pleased , he has no other passion to gratify . What becomes of him after death I am not ...
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... bright eyes and fine forms - he joined in them with a degree of pleasure which was unac- countable to himself , but which a judge of poor human nature would have found no difficulty in tracing to the right cause . The fact was , Alfred ...
... bright eyes and fine forms - he joined in them with a degree of pleasure which was unac- countable to himself , but which a judge of poor human nature would have found no difficulty in tracing to the right cause . The fact was , Alfred ...
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... bright ) To simple manners - sunnier climes . Methinks , amid such things as this , Must they have dwelt - the bards of old , Whose numbers , of Arcadian bliss , And Tempe's beauteous vale , have told . In whose immortal song is shown ...
... bright ) To simple manners - sunnier climes . Methinks , amid such things as this , Must they have dwelt - the bards of old , Whose numbers , of Arcadian bliss , And Tempe's beauteous vale , have told . In whose immortal song is shown ...
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... bright garish tints begin to fade And from the distant hills the vapours blue , In wreaths fantastic , beauteously ascend ; And , while the humid earth exhales the dew , To cool sequester'd haunts , my steps I bend ; While in the west ...
... bright garish tints begin to fade And from the distant hills the vapours blue , In wreaths fantastic , beauteously ascend ; And , while the humid earth exhales the dew , To cool sequester'd haunts , my steps I bend ; While in the west ...
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Сторінка 120 - Thou art gone to the grave ; we no longer behold thee. Nor tread the rough paths of the world by thy side ; But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee, And sinners may hope, since the Saviour hath died.
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Сторінка 129 - I observed, that those who had but just begun to climb the hill thought themselves not far from the top ; but, as they proceeded, new hills were continually rising to their view, and the summit of the highest they could before discern seemed but the foot of another, till the mountain at length appeared to lose itself in the clouds. As I was gazing on these things with astonishment, my good genius suddenly appeared : The mountain before thee, said he, is the Hill of Science.
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Сторінка 112 - make it otherwise. I write according to the thoughts I feel ; when I think upon God my heart is so full of joy that the notes dance and leap, as it were, from my pen ; and since God has given me a cheerful heart, it will be pardoned me that I serve him with a cheerful spirit.