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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... whole work is , that it was written either during the influence of a delirium , or from the inspiration of sorcery . A whirlwind of thoughts and ideas scatter themselves throughout the mind , inseparable and indefinable . We are tossed ...
... whole work is , that it was written either during the influence of a delirium , or from the inspiration of sorcery . A whirlwind of thoughts and ideas scatter themselves throughout the mind , inseparable and indefinable . We are tossed ...
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... whole play , and a terrific moral is palpable . The higher that our aspirings become , the more elevated and daring is the soul ; but yet , if we suffer our minds to wander into the fields of forbidden knowledge , the greater becomes ...
... whole play , and a terrific moral is palpable . The higher that our aspirings become , the more elevated and daring is the soul ; but yet , if we suffer our minds to wander into the fields of forbidden knowledge , the greater becomes ...
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... whole night long I pressed it to my bosom : ' twas stolen from me , To drive me mad , and now they say I killed it . No more shall I know joy - no ; they sing ballads Upon me ; ' tis unfeeling . There's an old song Runs in that strain ...
... whole night long I pressed it to my bosom : ' twas stolen from me , To drive me mad , and now they say I killed it . No more shall I know joy - no ; they sing ballads Upon me ; ' tis unfeeling . There's an old song Runs in that strain ...
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... whole circle of the sciences and Belles Lettres ; lashes all professions with talented and indiscriminate severity ; attacks the law , the church , the army , the navy , and the blessed state of matrimony , and then softens over , with ...
... whole circle of the sciences and Belles Lettres ; lashes all professions with talented and indiscriminate severity ; attacks the law , the church , the army , the navy , and the blessed state of matrimony , and then softens over , with ...
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... whole house in which he had met with this disaster . How the house caught the street — the street , the town ; and how , by the light of the conflagration , he found his way , half - baked , and accompanied by a hundred dogs , licking ...
... whole house in which he had met with this disaster . How the house caught the street — the street , the town ; and how , by the light of the conflagration , he found his way , half - baked , and accompanied by a hundred dogs , licking ...
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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...