Knight's Quarterly Magazine, Volumen 3Knight, 1824 |
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... sweet , and into poison all that was nourishing . " Therefore it was not strange that such things should follow . They who had closed the barriers of London against the king could not defend them against their own creatures . They who ...
... sweet , and into poison all that was nourishing . " Therefore it was not strange that such things should follow . They who had closed the barriers of London against the king could not defend them against their own creatures . They who ...
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... sweet flowers . But when the flames are pent up in the moun- tain , then it is that they have reason to fear ; then it is that the earth sinks and the sea swells ; then cities are swallowed up , and their place knoweth them no more . So ...
... sweet flowers . But when the flames are pent up in the moun- tain , then it is that they have reason to fear ; then it is that the earth sinks and the sea swells ; then cities are swallowed up , and their place knoweth them no more . So ...
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... sweet scent they are allured to approach more closely to the island . " There we saw on every side of it many spacious harbours , in which the water was perfectly smooth , and rivers as clear as crystal flowing gently into the sea , and ...
... sweet scent they are allured to approach more closely to the island . " There we saw on every side of it many spacious harbours , in which the water was perfectly smooth , and rivers as clear as crystal flowing gently into the sea , and ...
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... sweet and tender invocation to the spirit of a departed friend : Too solemn for day , too sweet for night , Come not in darkness , come not in light ; But come in some twilight interim , When the gloom is soft , and the light is dim ...
... sweet and tender invocation to the spirit of a departed friend : Too solemn for day , too sweet for night , Come not in darkness , come not in light ; But come in some twilight interim , When the gloom is soft , and the light is dim ...
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... sweet as charity from human breasts : —— And his reproof , " when most severe and mustering all its force , ” was breathed in sorrow , rather than in anger . From a superficial view of this subject , Miss Seward was led to prefer ...
... sweet as charity from human breasts : —— And his reproof , " when most severe and mustering all its force , ” was breathed in sorrow , rather than in anger . From a superficial view of this subject , Miss Seward was led to prefer ...
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Página 38 - Created hugest that swim the ocean stream : Him, haply, slumbering on the Norway foam, The pilot of some small night-foundered skiff Deeming some island, oft, as seamen tell, With fixed anchor in his scaly rind Moors by his side under the lee, while night Invests the sea, and wished morn delays...
Página 191 - Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, Shall I nestle near thy side? Wouldst thou me? — And I replied, No, not thee! Death will come when thou art dead, Soon, too soon — Sleep will come when thou art fled; Of neither would I ask the boon I ask of thee, beloved Night— Swift be thine approaching flight, Come soon, soon!
Página 83 - Sorrow is knowledge : they who know the most Must mourn the deepest o'er the fatal truth, The tree of knowledge is not that of life.
Página 189 - SWIFT as a spirit hastening to his task Of glory and of good, the sun sprang forth Rejoicing in his splendour, and the mask Of darkness fell from the awakened Earth. The smokeless altars of the mountain snows Flamed above crimson clouds, and at the birth Of light, the Ocean's orison arose, To which the birds tempered their matin lay.
Página 86 - Slow melting strains their Queen's approach declare : Where'er she turns the Graces homage pay. With arms sublime, that float upon the air, In gliding state she wins her easy way : O'er her warm cheek, and rising bosom, move The bloom of young Desire, and purple light of Love.
Página 190 - I PANT for the music which is divine, My heart in its thirst is a dying flower; Pour forth the sound like enchanted wine, Loosen the notes in a silver shower; Like a herbless plain, for the gentle rain, I gasp, I faint, till they wake again.
Página 190 - SWIFTLY walk over the western wave, Spirit of Night ! Out of the misty eastern cave, Where all the long and lone daylight, Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear, Which make thee terrible and dear, — Swift be thy flight...
Página 191 - The breath of the moist earth is light, Around its unexpanded buds ; Like many a voice of one delight, The winds, the birds, the ocean floods, The City's voice itself is soft like Solitude's.
Página 39 - As when to them who sail Beyond the Cape of Hope, and now are past Mozambic, off at sea north-east winds blow Sabean odours from the spicy shore Of Araby the Blest; with, such delay Well pleased they slack their course, and many a league Cheer'd with the grateful smell old Ocean smiles...
Página 304 - ... to some misshapen idol over the ruined dome of our proudest temple, and shall see a single naked fisherman wash his nets in the river of the ten thousand masts...