Spirit of the English Magazines, Volumen 6Munroe and Francis, 1820 |
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... night , What horrors Avin wilds deform , And choak the ghastly lingering light ! There whirled the vortex of the ... nights To stand , and point their rattling fingers at The red moon as it rose ; ( perhaps to turn Man's thoughts on high ...
... night , What horrors Avin wilds deform , And choak the ghastly lingering light ! There whirled the vortex of the ... nights To stand , and point their rattling fingers at The red moon as it rose ; ( perhaps to turn Man's thoughts on high ...
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... nights , to stray , Counting the clouds that pass'd across the moon- Jeron Go on . Sylv . And figuring many a shape ... night wind sounds A funeral dirge for me , sweet ! Let me lie Upon thy breast ; I will not chill't , my love . It is ...
... nights , to stray , Counting the clouds that pass'd across the moon- Jeron Go on . Sylv . And figuring many a shape ... night wind sounds A funeral dirge for me , sweet ! Let me lie Upon thy breast ; I will not chill't , my love . It is ...
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... night . He was taken to the guillotine , and I was again left . Joel Barlow was with us when we went to prison . Joseph Lebon , one of the vilest cha- racters that ever existed , and who made the streets of Arras run with blood , was my ...
... night . He was taken to the guillotine , and I was again left . Joel Barlow was with us when we went to prison . Joseph Lebon , one of the vilest cha- racters that ever existed , and who made the streets of Arras run with blood , was my ...
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... night my child departed- They left a weakling in his stead , And I am broken - hearted ! Oh ! it cannot be my own sweet boy , For his eyes are dim and hollow , My little boy is gone to God , And his mother soon will follow ! The dirge ...
... night my child departed- They left a weakling in his stead , And I am broken - hearted ! Oh ! it cannot be my own sweet boy , For his eyes are dim and hollow , My little boy is gone to God , And his mother soon will follow ! The dirge ...
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... night on his rear . Ho ! watchman of the night , Dost hear the hoof on the plain ? Dost hear , in the spirits of affright , The voices of the slain ? I heard the horses hoof on the plain , As he paces the distant bound ; And the dying ...
... night on his rear . Ho ! watchman of the night , Dost hear the hoof on the plain ? Dost hear , in the spirits of affright , The voices of the slain ? I heard the horses hoof on the plain , As he paces the distant bound ; And the dying ...
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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.