The Metropolitan, Volumen14James Cochrane, 1835 |
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... hope , an eternal adieu of our loquacious host , who made several desperate efforts to detain us , by beginning various sto- ries , to which we resolutely turned a deaf ear , we rode on before breakfast to Lingua Grossa , a small town ...
... hope , an eternal adieu of our loquacious host , who made several desperate efforts to detain us , by beginning various sto- ries , to which we resolutely turned a deaf ear , we rode on before breakfast to Lingua Grossa , a small town ...
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... hope of the enemy's navy was crushed at Trafalgar , she was never safe from invasion : had that glo- rious action terminated differently , the torrent of those armies which afterwards overwhelmed and subdued the continent , would have ...
... hope of the enemy's navy was crushed at Trafalgar , she was never safe from invasion : had that glo- rious action terminated differently , the torrent of those armies which afterwards overwhelmed and subdued the continent , would have ...
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... hope . " No , my dear madam , " replied the Muse , " to warn you , to advise you , to give up writing poetry . ' I felt indescribably shocked and dis- appointed . " I did intend , " continued she , " that for the next ten years , at ...
... hope . " No , my dear madam , " replied the Muse , " to warn you , to advise you , to give up writing poetry . ' I felt indescribably shocked and dis- appointed . " I did intend , " continued she , " that for the next ten years , at ...
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... hope ! Whilst me , who am thy foe , eyeless in hate Hast thou made reign and triumph , to thy scorn , O'er mine own misery , and thy vain revenge ! And yet to me welcome is day and night , Whether one breaks the hoar frost of the morn ...
... hope ! Whilst me , who am thy foe , eyeless in hate Hast thou made reign and triumph , to thy scorn , O'er mine own misery , and thy vain revenge ! And yet to me welcome is day and night , Whether one breaks the hoar frost of the morn ...
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... hope , and joy - like dead leaves , that the whirlwind of affliction bears from the mind's neglected branches , at its mercy , and its will , and does not the loss of " so dear a head , " ( the literal translation of a Ro- man's most ...
... hope , and joy - like dead leaves , that the whirlwind of affliction bears from the mind's neglected branches , at its mercy , and its will , and does not the loss of " so dear a head , " ( the literal translation of a Ro- man's most ...
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Página 321 - See, what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Página 64 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain?
Página 60 - Grief made the young Spring wild, and she threw down Her kindling buds, as if she Autumn were, Or they dead leaves; since her delight is flown, For whom should she have waked the sullen year?
Página 63 - I dare not guess; but in this life Of error, ignorance, and strife. Where nothing is, but all things seem. And we the shadows of the dream, It is a modest creed, and yet Pleasant if one considers it, To own that death itself must be. Like all the rest, a mockery.
Página 321 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; "Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands ; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed.
Página 64 - I vowed that I would dedicate my powers To thee and thine : have I not kept the vow ? With beating heart and streaming eyes, even now I call the phantoms of a thousand hours Each from his voiceless grave : they have in...
Página 65 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.
Página 61 - Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep — He hath awakened from the dream of life...
Página 64 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Página 64 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.