The Edinburgh Magazine and Literary Miscellany, Volumen86Archibald Constable and Company, 1820 |
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... missed By none , and when his mother fondly kis- sed Her eldest born , and bade him on that day Devote him to the dove - eyed Julia , The proud Vitelli's child , Rome's paragon , She thought no longer of her cloistered son . On that ...
... missed By none , and when his mother fondly kis- sed Her eldest born , and bade him on that day Devote him to the dove - eyed Julia , The proud Vitelli's child , Rome's paragon , She thought no longer of her cloistered son . On that ...
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... Miss Port . I need not , I hope , add , that I shall be extremely glad and happy to see so amiable an inliabitant in this our sweet retreat ; and wish , very sincerely , that my dear Mrs Delany may enjoy every blessing amongst us that ...
... Miss Port . I need not , I hope , add , that I shall be extremely glad and happy to see so amiable an inliabitant in this our sweet retreat ; and wish , very sincerely , that my dear Mrs Delany may enjoy every blessing amongst us that ...
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... Miss De Coverley to R. De Coverley , Esq . No , my dear brother - no , your ar- guments are powerful , your advice edifying , your eloquence persuasive , but never can I cease to sigh for the delights of dear London ; still must its ...
... Miss De Coverley to R. De Coverley , Esq . No , my dear brother - no , your ar- guments are powerful , your advice edifying , your eloquence persuasive , but never can I cease to sigh for the delights of dear London ; still must its ...
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... Miss F - Miss F is a year older than keeper ; and - truth must out at last Some may imagine that I chose not the fittest time for visiting ; but I did not go for the purpose of indulg- ing my splenetic inclinations against every one ...
... Miss F - Miss F is a year older than keeper ; and - truth must out at last Some may imagine that I chose not the fittest time for visiting ; but I did not go for the purpose of indulg- ing my splenetic inclinations against every one ...
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... Miss Betsy's playing ! " - " Won't you accompany it with your voice , my dear ? " said her mother ; and Miss Betsy began to sing " Logie o ' Bu- chan " in a voice which , as somebody says , I might have heard had we been shut up ...
... Miss Betsy's playing ! " - " Won't you accompany it with your voice , my dear ? " said her mother ; and Miss Betsy began to sing " Logie o ' Bu- chan " in a voice which , as somebody says , I might have heard had we been shut up ...
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Página 309 - Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme...
Página 309 - Tasting of Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth ! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene...
Página 536 - Wherefore if they shall say unto you, Behold, He is in the desert ; go not forth : behold, He is in the secret chambers ; believe it not.
Página 308 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint: She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven: Porphyro grew faint: She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Página 309 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild...
Página 309 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards : Already with thee ! tender is the night...
Página 309 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that ofttimes hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Página 308 - Anon his heart revives : her vespers done, Of all its wreathed pearls her hair she frees ; Unclasps her warmed jewels one by one ; Loosens her fragrant bodice ; by degrees Her rich attire creeps rustling to her knees : Half-hidden, like a mermaid in sea-weed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees, In fancy, fair St.
Página 308 - Clasp'd like a missal where swart Paynims pray; Blinded alike from sunshine and from rain, As though a rose should shut, and be a bud again.
Página 308 - Of fruits, and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device, Innumerable of stains and splendid dyes, As are the tiger-moth's deep-damask'd wings; And in the midst, 'mong thousand heraldries, And twilight saints, and dim emblazonings, A shielded scutcheon blush'd with blood of queens and kings.