The Literary magnet of the belles lettres, science, and the fine arts, ed. by Tobias Merton. Vol.1 - new ser., vol.[2. Vol.2 of the new ser. wants all after p.192]., Volumen4Tobias Merton (pseud) 1826 |
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... Thoughts on Translation , 252 Think Me not Happy . By Cheviot Tiehe- burn , 270 Troubadour , by L. E. L. notice of , with Extracts from , 90 Twilight Musings , 62 University Intelligence , 47 University Intelligence , 95 Veiled Bride ...
... Thoughts on Translation , 252 Think Me not Happy . By Cheviot Tiehe- burn , 270 Troubadour , by L. E. L. notice of , with Extracts from , 90 Twilight Musings , 62 University Intelligence , 47 University Intelligence , 95 Veiled Bride ...
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... thoughts and ideas scatter themselves throughout the mind , inseparable and indefinable . We are tossed up into the heavens of the author's lofty aspirations in one line , and in the next we sink with him into the yawning abyss of ...
... thoughts and ideas scatter themselves throughout the mind , inseparable and indefinable . We are tossed up into the heavens of the author's lofty aspirations in one line , and in the next we sink with him into the yawning abyss of ...
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... thought of We pause here to express our astonishment that Dr. Johnson , in his Life of Swift , should have bestowed on his comic romance of Gulliver , the praise of a rich invention . The idea , be it mentioned , and sometimes even the ...
... thought of We pause here to express our astonishment that Dr. Johnson , in his Life of Swift , should have bestowed on his comic romance of Gulliver , the praise of a rich invention . The idea , be it mentioned , and sometimes even the ...
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... thought struck him of seizing a log from the fire , of putting out the cook's eyes with it , as he stood over him moisten- ing his flesh with apple sauce ; and then burning the whole house in which he had met with this disaster . How ...
... thought struck him of seizing a log from the fire , of putting out the cook's eyes with it , as he stood over him moisten- ing his flesh with apple sauce ; and then burning the whole house in which he had met with this disaster . How ...
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... thoughts ? Where Discord's fretful flag for aye lies furl'd , Where no fierce prowling passion e'er resorts ? Passion that prays on joy in cots or courts ! Oh ! it is there , if such a place there be , The wounded heart like a struck ...
... thoughts ? Where Discord's fretful flag for aye lies furl'd , Where no fierce prowling passion e'er resorts ? Passion that prays on joy in cots or courts ! Oh ! it is there , if such a place there be , The wounded heart like a struck ...
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Página 201 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Página 235 - The bride kissed the goblet : the knight took it up, He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup. She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh, With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar, 'Now tread we a measure !
Página 114 - I cannot blame him : at my nativity The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes, Of burning cressets ; and at my birth The frame and huge foundation of the earth Shak'd like a coward.
Página 115 - Why, so can I ; or so can any man : But will they come, when you do call for them ? Glend.
Página 245 - LET others seek for empty joys, At ball, or concert, rout, or play ; Whilst far from Fashion's idle noise, Her gilded domes, and trappings gay, I while the wintry eve away,— 'Twixt book and lute the hours divide ; And marvel how I e'er could stray From thee — my own Fire-side ! My own Fire-side ! Those simple words Can bid the sweetest dreams arise ; Awaken Feeling's tenderest chords, And fill with tears of joy...
Página 78 - Accompany the noonday nightingales ; And all the place is peopled with sweet airs ; The light clear element which the isle wears Is heavy with the scent of lemon-flowers, Which floats like mist laden with unseen showers, And falls upon the eyelids like faint sleep ; And from the moss violets and jonquils peep, And dart their arrowy odour through the brain, Till you might faint with that delicious pain.
Página 78 - To other lands, leave azure chasms of calm Over this isle, or weep themselves in dew, From which its fields and woods ever renew Their green and golden immortality.
Página 243 - We saw her mighty cable riven Like floating gossamer ! We saw her proud flag struck that morn, A star once o'er the seas, Her helm beat down, her deck uptorn, — And sadder things than these ! We saw her treasures cast away ; The rocks with pearls were sown...
Página 202 - THE WORLD'S WANDERERS. TELL me, thou star, whose wings of light Speed thee in thy fiery flight, In what cavern of the night Will thy pinions close now? Tell me, moon, thou pale and gray Pilgrim of heaven's homeless way, In what depth of night or day Seekest thou repose now? Weary wind, who wanderest Like the world's rejected guest, Hast thou still some secret nest On the tree or billow?
Página 79 - An envy of the isles, a pleasure-house Made sacred to his sister and his spouse. It scarce seems now a wreck of human art...