The Spirit of the English MagazinesMonroe and Francis, 1825 - American periodicals |
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... sweet Summer season ! But they fled - the leaves , the flowers ; And the illuminated hours First survived and then decay'd , And in shrouding mists are laid ! Yet they all shall come again , Summer sweet , and thou shalt reign Like a ...
... sweet Summer season ! But they fled - the leaves , the flowers ; And the illuminated hours First survived and then decay'd , And in shrouding mists are laid ! Yet they all shall come again , Summer sweet , and thou shalt reign Like a ...
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... sweet and prepossessing , than Lord Byron's appeared upon this occasion . His hair was beginning to lose the glossiness , of which , it is said , he was once so proud , and several grey stran- gers presented themselves , in spite of his ...
... sweet and prepossessing , than Lord Byron's appeared upon this occasion . His hair was beginning to lose the glossiness , of which , it is said , he was once so proud , and several grey stran- gers presented themselves , in spite of his ...
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... sweet enough sort of literary mysti- cism in them and more frequently a display of pompous self - complacent simplicity , enough to call a smile into the most iron physiognomy that ever grinned . But these lucubrations pro- duce no ...
... sweet enough sort of literary mysti- cism in them and more frequently a display of pompous self - complacent simplicity , enough to call a smile into the most iron physiognomy that ever grinned . But these lucubrations pro- duce no ...
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... Sweet is the burthen , and lovely the freight , For which those furled - up sails await , To a garden , fair as those Where the glory of the rose Blushes , charmed from the decay That wastes other blooms away ; Gardens of the fairy tale ...
... Sweet is the burthen , and lovely the freight , For which those furled - up sails await , To a garden , fair as those Where the glory of the rose Blushes , charmed from the decay That wastes other blooms away ; Gardens of the fairy tale ...
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... sweet exordium : ' Tis a wild tale - and sad , too. And bade the wandering captive flee , In words he knew from infancy ! And then she thought how for her love He had braved slavery and death , That he might only breathe the air Made sweet ...
... sweet exordium : ' Tis a wild tale - and sad , too. And bade the wandering captive flee , In words he knew from infancy ! And then she thought how for her love He had braved slavery and death , That he might only breathe the air Made sweet ...
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Page 379 - O that I had wings like a dove : for then would I flee away, and be at rest.
Page 258 - Live not the stars and mountains ? Are the waves Without a spirit ? Are the dropping caves Without a feeling in their silent tears ? No, no ; they woo and clasp us to their spheres, Dissolve this clog and clod of clay before Its hour, and merge our soul in the great shore.
Page 479 - Was on the streams of Guadalquiver, To gold converting, one by one, The ripples of the mighty river, Beside me on the bank was seated A Seville girl, with auburn hair, And eyes that might the world have cheated, — A wild, bright, wicked, diamond pair ! She stooped, and wrote upon the sand, Just as the loving sun was going, With such a soft, small, shining hand, I could have sworn 't was silver flowing. Her words were three, and not one more, What could Diana's motto be ? The siren wrote upon the...
Page 479 - When words come down like dews unsought With gleams of deep enthusiast thought, And fancy in her heaven flies free — They come, my love, they come from thee.
Page 112 - PITY the sorrows of a poor old man, Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door, Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span ; Oh, give relief, and heaven will bless your store.
Page 263 - O'er beauty's fall ; Her praise resounds no more, when mantled in her pall. The most beloved on earth Not long survives to-day ; So music past is obsolete, And yet 'twas sweet, 'twas passing sweet, But now 'tis gone away...
Page 340 - is there not a window in your house on purpose for you to look through?" " For all that," resumed the pendulum, "it is very dark here: and although there is a window, I dare not stop, even for an instant, to look out.
Page 340 - may I be allowed to inquire, if that exertion was at all fatiguing or disagreeable to you ?" " Not in the least," replied the pendulum; " it is not of six strokes that I complain, nor of sixty, but of millions.
Page 112 - Heaven has brought me to the state you see ; And your condition may be soon like mine, The child of sorrow and of misery.
Page 50 - ... repressed with a smile the hopes of his friends, and told them he had lived long enough. As his life drew near a close, the eager yet decorous solicitude of his fellow townsmen increased.