The Midsummer Medley for 1830: A Series of Comic Tales, Sketches, and Fugitive Vagaries in Prose and Verse, Volumen1

H. Colburn and R. Bentley, 1830 - 521 páginas

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Página 221 - Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood : — List, list, O list ! — If thou didst ever thy dear father love, Ham.
Página 18 - Till o'er the wreck, emerging from the storm, Immortal nature lifts her changeful form, Mounts from her funeral pyre on wings of flame, And soars and shines, another and the same...
Página 122 - Avaunt ! and quit my sight ! let the earth hide thee ! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with.
Página 216 - But that the man oppressed, the, spirit-wounded, And all beneath the world's injustice bent, Might turn from outward wrong, turmoil and din, To peace within. Each bosom is a temple, — when its altar, The living heart, is unprofaned and pure, Its verge is hallowed ; none need fear or falter Who thither fly ; it is an ark secure, Winning, above a world o'erwhelmed with wrath, Its peaceful path.
Página 217 - Elysian world of bosom' d gladness, Where all is silence, charity, and peace ; And sheltered from the storm the soul may rest On its own nest ! When, spleenful as the sensitive Mimosa, We shrink from Winter's touch and Nature's gloom, There may we conjure up a Vallombrosa, Where groves and bowers in summer beauty bloom, And the heart dances in the sunny glade Fancy has made. But, would we dedicate to nobler uses, This bosom sanctuary, let us there Hallow our hearts from all the world's abuses ; While...
Página 238 - Would any one believe," says the learned Walderstein in his Diary, ' ; that I have been often wretched, because for the last twenty years I have never been able to sneeze three times together ?" How cheerfully would I consent never to sneeze again for the whole remainder of my life, if I could only disburthen myself of this miserable, mean, and degrading sobriquet! So humiliating and insupportable did it appear to me, that I seriously proposed to my wife an abandonment of the legacy upon such grievous...
Página 221 - You are aware, of course, that, according to the Arabian creed, a bird, called Manoh, issues from the brain of every dead person, and haunts his sepulchre, uttering lamentable screams, and divulging to the ears of the initiated all the secrets and the crimes of the defunct ? Shall I reveal some of these drrad mysteries? No : ' this eternal blazon must not be to ears of flesh and blood.
Página 219 - ... that of the ancient Pythoness. One cross-legged personage I must have, at all events, to prevent my imagination from flagging ; and, as there is no tailor at hand, thou, gentle Reader, must submit to the operation. There ! that attitude will do perfectly well ; your chair looks like an ottoman ; you yourself have the aspect of a Turk ; and, as far as exteriors go, there is nothing farther to be desired of either. But have you prepared your mind, most accommodating Reader, as well as your body...
Página 215 - ... for human woes. Victim of care, or persecution's martyr, Who seek'st a sure asylum from thy foes, Learn that the holiest, safest, purest, best, Is man's own breast ! There is a solemn sanctuary, founded By God himself, not for transgressors meant; But that the man...
Página 18 - Roll on, ye stars ! exult in youthful prime, Mark with bright curves the printless steps of time ; Near and more near your beamy cars approach, And lessening orbs on lessening orbs encroach ; Flowers of the sky ! ye, too, to age must yield. Frail as your silken sisters of the field ! Star after star from heaven's high arch shall rush, Suns sink on suns, and systems systems crush, Headlong, extinct, to one dark centre fall, And death, and night, and chaos mingle all ! Till o'er the wreck, emerging...

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