Atkinson's Casket, Volumen8Sam. C. Atkinson, 1833 |
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... thee , I learnt the gradual charm Wonderful , Lycidas ! but thyself , where art thou ? of unity in proportion , and uniformity in variety . There , replied the first architect , pointing to a pil- D'Israeli's Romances . MONTHLY ...
... thee , I learnt the gradual charm Wonderful , Lycidas ! but thyself , where art thou ? of unity in proportion , and uniformity in variety . There , replied the first architect , pointing to a pil- D'Israeli's Romances . MONTHLY ...
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... thee , and to thine , Who abuse no power , and admit no line Twixt the red man and the white , Save the cords of ... thee under the wave ; For I have a bed of coral for thee . And quiet and sound shall thy slumber be , In a cell of the ...
... thee , and to thine , Who abuse no power , and admit no line Twixt the red man and the white , Save the cords of ... thee under the wave ; For I have a bed of coral for thee . And quiet and sound shall thy slumber be , In a cell of the ...
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... thee ? What awful change has come over thee ? -the gloom of the grave and the light of life - both ly- ing upon thee at once . Is thy mind palsied as thy body ? How long is this strange state to last ? How long art thou doomed to linger ...
... thee ? What awful change has come over thee ? -the gloom of the grave and the light of life - both ly- ing upon thee at once . Is thy mind palsied as thy body ? How long is this strange state to last ? How long art thou doomed to linger ...
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... thee . Nor murmur'd at my fate -- but thus to be By thee deceiv'd . ' Tis well , ' tis well ! These charms once loved are fleeting fast away ; This heart -- it cannot curse , but only say Farewell ! -farewell ! But yet , should e'er Thy ...
... thee . Nor murmur'd at my fate -- but thus to be By thee deceiv'd . ' Tis well , ' tis well ! These charms once loved are fleeting fast away ; This heart -- it cannot curse , but only say Farewell ! -farewell ! But yet , should e'er Thy ...
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... thee . W. G. CLARKE . A burst of melody . A " wood note " long and wild , Sweet as the cygnet's song , And simple as a child . MRS . MUZZY . The flow of passion wild , From woman's breaking heart , The smile of wretchedness Thy verse ...
... thee . W. G. CLARKE . A burst of melody . A " wood note " long and wild , Sweet as the cygnet's song , And simple as a child . MRS . MUZZY . The flow of passion wild , From woman's breaking heart , The smile of wretchedness Thy verse ...
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Página 26 - It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that I wrote the last lines of the last page, in a summer-house in my garden. After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent.
Página 26 - After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent. I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on the recovery of my freedom, and, perhaps, the establishment of my fame.
Página 12 - While he yet spake, there cometh one from the ruler of the synagogue's house, saying to him, Thy daughter is dead; trouble not the Master. 50 But when Jesus heard it, he answered him, saying, Fear not: believe only, and she shall be made whole.
Página 437 - I've borne a weary lot; But in my wanderings, far or near, Ye never were forgot. The fount that first burst frae this heart, Still travels on its way ; And channels deeper as it rins, The luve o
Página 12 - And when he came into the house, he suffered no man to go in, save Peter, and James, and John, and the father and the mother of the maiden. And all wept, and bewailed her : but he said, " Weep not ; she is not dead, but sleepeth.
Página 72 - An Austrian army, awfully arrayed, Boldly, by battery, besieged Belgrade ; Cossack commanders cannonading come — Dealing destruction's devastating doom ; Every endeavor, engineers essay, For fame, for fortune — fighting furious fray : — Generals 'gainst generals grapple — gracious God ! How honors Heaven, heroic hardihood...
Página 437 - And blind my een wi' tears : They blind my een wi' saut, saut tears, And sair and sick I pine, As memory idly summons up The blithe blinks o
Página 44 - ... have only one set of ideas, and one set of words to clothe them in; and these are always ready at the mouth : so people come faster out of a church when it is almost empty, than when a crowd is at the door.
Página 407 - Where the broad ocean leans against the land, And sedulous to stop the coming tide, Lift the tall rampire's artificial pride. Onward methinks, and diligently slow, The firm connected bulwark seems to grow ; Spreads its long arms amidst the watery roar, Scoops out an empire, and usurps the shore.
Página 407 - While the pent ocean, rising o'er the pile, Sees an amphibious world beneath him smile : The slow canal, the yellow-blossomed vale. The willow-tufted bank, the gliding sail, The crowded mart, the cultivated plain , A new creation rescued from his reign.