Spirit of the English Magazines, Volumen 6Munroe and Francis, 1820 |
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... eyes sparkle like those of the gazelle when the day is falling . How Her weary is the time till she comes . tardy steps fill my bosam with thrab- bings . Come , fairest of beauty , come , my cry till she appears . is We trust that the ...
... eyes sparkle like those of the gazelle when the day is falling . How Her weary is the time till she comes . tardy steps fill my bosam with thrab- bings . Come , fairest of beauty , come , my cry till she appears . is We trust that the ...
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... eye could rest ; But mitred cliff , and crested fell , In lucid curls her brows adorn ! - Aloft the radiant crescents ... eyes : Aye , hide them , married woman ! lest you see The wreck of him that loved you . Sylv . Not me . Jeron . Yes ...
... eye could rest ; But mitred cliff , and crested fell , In lucid curls her brows adorn ! - Aloft the radiant crescents ... eyes : Aye , hide them , married woman ! lest you see The wreck of him that loved you . Sylv . Not me . Jeron . Yes ...
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... eyes , while he heard the song , Smiled with a sweet soft splendour . My little boy lay on my bosom While his soul the song was quaffing , The joy of his soul had tinged his cheek , And his heart and his eye were laughing : I sat alone ...
... eyes , while he heard the song , Smiled with a sweet soft splendour . My little boy lay on my bosom While his soul the song was quaffing , The joy of his soul had tinged his cheek , And his heart and his eye were laughing : I sat alone ...
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... eye where grief And love shed mingling glances , dost thou lie The hand that broke thy slumbers , and advance The supplicating paw , and seem to feel More than thy wonted fondness for thy master ? Is it , that in the lonely sea - girt ...
... eye where grief And love shed mingling glances , dost thou lie The hand that broke thy slumbers , and advance The supplicating paw , and seem to feel More than thy wonted fondness for thy master ? Is it , that in the lonely sea - girt ...
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... eyes starting from their sock- ets ! the lungs ruptured ! the heart rent a sunder by unusual impulses ! the ducts and glands suffused , the emuactories choked by surcharge of fæces , rendered viscid by inca- lescence and external ...
... eyes starting from their sock- ets ! the lungs ruptured ! the heart rent a sunder by unusual impulses ! the ducts and glands suffused , the emuactories choked by surcharge of fæces , rendered viscid by inca- lescence and external ...
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Página 105 - Man's love is of man's life a thing apart, 'Tis woman's whole existence ; man may range The court, camp, church, the vessel, and the mart ; Sword, gown, gain, glory, offer in exchange Pride, fame, ambition, to fill up his heart, And few there are whom these cannot estrange ; Men have all these resources, we but one, To love again, and be again undone.
Página 413 - Sometimes a-dropping from the sky I heard the sky-lark sing; Sometimes all little birds that are, How they seemed to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning! And now 'twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song, That makes the heavens be mute.
Página 297 - Rave ceaselessly; but thou, most awful form! Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently! Around thee and above, Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass ; methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge ! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity ! 0 dread and silent mount ! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought: entranced in prayer. 1 worshipped the Invisible...
Página 413 - He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small ; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.
Página 273 - ... any degree to the studies connected with his ordinary pursuits. That he should have been minutely and extensively skilled in chemistry and the arts, and in most of the branches of physical science, might perhaps have been conjectured ; but it could not have been inferred from his usual occupations, and probably is not generally known, that he was curiously learned in many branches of antiquity, metaphysics, medicine, and etymology, and perfectly at home in all the details of architecture, music,...
Página 326 - Then suddenly, with timorous eye She fled to me and wept. She half enclosed me with her arms, She pressed me with a meek embrace; And bending back her head, looked up And gazed upon my face. 'Twas partly love, and partly fear, And partly 'twas a bashful art, That I might rather feel, than see, The swelling of her heart.
Página 106 - Her brow was white and low, her cheek's pure dye Like twilight rosy still with the set sun; Short upper lip — sweet lips! that make us sigh Ever to have seen such; for she was one Fit for the model of a statuary (A race of mere impostors, when all's done — I've seen much finer women, ripe and real, Than all the nonsense of their stone ideal).
Página 325 - With downcast eyes and modest grace; For well she knew, I could not choose But gaze upon her face.
Página 73 - Behold, the devil is about to throw some of you into prison, that you may be tested, and for ten days you will have tribulation. Be faithful unto death, and I will give you the crown of life.
Página 412 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.