The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction, Том 16J. Limbird, 1830 |
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... thee - wake thee from thy rest upon the tented field : This faithful breast shall be at once thy pillow and thy shield ; If thou hast doubted of its truth and constancy before , Oh ! wake thee now , and it will strive to love thee even ...
... thee - wake thee from thy rest upon the tented field : This faithful breast shall be at once thy pillow and thy shield ; If thou hast doubted of its truth and constancy before , Oh ! wake thee now , and it will strive to love thee even ...
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... Then let me not reproach thee , Time , Since my heart still is fresh and green ; So in the cold and sunless clime , The Arctic light in Heaven is seen . New Monthly Magazine . A LUNATIC LAY . " I must and will an 76 THE MIRROR .
... Then let me not reproach thee , Time , Since my heart still is fresh and green ; So in the cold and sunless clime , The Arctic light in Heaven is seen . New Monthly Magazine . A LUNATIC LAY . " I must and will an 76 THE MIRROR .
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... thee But a lowly bed of rest , Waiting for its kingly guest- But a pillow for the head Of the throneless , crownless dead ! Yet it seems but yesterday When , amidst a proud array , On Edina's rock he stood And the halls of Holyrood , By ...
... thee But a lowly bed of rest , Waiting for its kingly guest- But a pillow for the head Of the throneless , crownless dead ! Yet it seems but yesterday When , amidst a proud array , On Edina's rock he stood And the halls of Holyrood , By ...
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... thee did tyde and motion gaine , And veins became its channel , not its chaine . With Drake and Ca'ndish hence thy bays are curl'd , Fam'd circulator of the lesser world . But the epithet circulator , in its Latin invidious ...
... thee did tyde and motion gaine , And veins became its channel , not its chaine . With Drake and Ca'ndish hence thy bays are curl'd , Fam'd circulator of the lesser world . But the epithet circulator , in its Latin invidious ...
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... thee In that lonely place , the grave ? " " Every time that thou rejoicest , And art happy in thy mind , Are my lonely grave's recesses All with leaves of roses lin'd . " Every time that , love , thou grievest , And dost shed thy briny ...
... thee In that lonely place , the grave ? " " Every time that thou rejoicest , And art happy in thy mind , Are my lonely grave's recesses All with leaves of roses lin'd . " Every time that , love , thou grievest , And dost shed thy briny ...
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Сторінка 237 - It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that I wrote the last lines of the last page, in a summer-house in my garden. After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent.
Сторінка 251 - The castled crag of Drachenfels Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine...
Сторінка 423 - Ah! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth, Of all sweet sounds the life and element!
Сторінка 138 - Year. When I considered the Fragrancy of the Walks and Bowers, with the Choirs of Birds that sung upon the Trees, and the loose Tribe of People that walked under their Shades, I could not but look upon the Place as a kind of Mahometan Paradise.
Сторінка 412 - THREE Poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. The first in loftiness of thought surpassed; The next in majesty •, In both the last. The force of Nature could no further go ; To make a third, she joined the former two.
Сторінка 417 - ... and each was ambitious of surmounting the arduous task. But, when they arrived at the swelling, it jutted out so in their way, and was so far beyond their grasp, that the most daring lads were awed, and acknowledged the undertaking to be too hazardous. So the ravens built on, nest upon nest, in perfect security, till the fatal day arrived in which the wood was to be levelled. It was in the month of February) when those birds usually sit.
Сторінка 111 - There is no antidote against the opium of time, which temporally considereth all things : our fathers find their graves in our short memories, and sadly tell us how we may be buried in our survivors.
Сторінка 236 - It was at Rome, on the 15th of October 1764, as I sat musing amidst the ruins of the Capitol, while the bare-footed friars were singing vespers in the Temple of Jupiter, that the idea of writing the decline and fall of the city first started to my mind.
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Сторінка 89 - Mrs Hicks and her daughter, aged nine, were hanged at Huntingdon for selling their souls to the devil, and raising a storm by pulling off their stockings, and making a lather of soap ! With this crowning atrocity, the catalogue of murders in England closes.