The Boston Miscellany of Literature and Fashion, Volume 2Ams Press, 1842 |
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... asked me if I had walked from town , and begged her companion ( without intro- ducing me to her , ) to show me in to lunch . The spokester was a stout and tall woman , who had rather an aristocratic nose , and was not handsome , but ...
... asked me if I had walked from town , and begged her companion ( without intro- ducing me to her , ) to show me in to lunch . The spokester was a stout and tall woman , who had rather an aristocratic nose , and was not handsome , but ...
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... asking for three vouchers for the next ball . I had had occasion once or twice be- fore to apply for similar favors ... asked to the Lodge , whenever there was company to be entertained with their music . " I was early in the drawing ...
... asking for three vouchers for the next ball . I had had occasion once or twice be- fore to apply for similar favors ... asked to the Lodge , whenever there was company to be entertained with their music . " I was early in the drawing ...
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... asked Mrs. Mimpson . " The pet and protegé of the only lady patroness I do not visit , ' said Lady Ś and unluckily , too , the only one who thinks the vouchers great rubbish and gives them away without thought or scruple . ' " At that ...
... asked Mrs. Mimpson . " The pet and protegé of the only lady patroness I do not visit , ' said Lady Ś and unluckily , too , the only one who thinks the vouchers great rubbish and gives them away without thought or scruple . ' " At that ...
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... asked Wacht whether he understood how to make the machine operate any better , since he looked so knowing ? " No , indeed , " answered Wacht , in sur- prize , " No , indeed ; with the best under- standing it would always be an useless ...
... asked Wacht whether he understood how to make the machine operate any better , since he looked so knowing ? " No , indeed , " answered Wacht , in sur- prize , " No , indeed ; with the best under- standing it would always be an useless ...
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... asked but one day , with the help of his comrade Engelbrecht and some skilful and willing hands , to prepare such a machine . " It may easily be imagined what wicked pleasure secretly moved the master builder and his followers , and how ...
... asked but one day , with the help of his comrade Engelbrecht and some skilful and willing hands , to prepare such a machine . " It may easily be imagined what wicked pleasure secretly moved the master builder and his followers , and how ...
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Page 152 - Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart: Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea: Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou travel on life's common way, In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay.
Page 107 - If deed of honour did thee ever please, Guard them, and him within protect from harms. He can requite thee; for he knows the charms That call fame on such gentle acts as these, And he can spread thy name o'er lands and seas, Whatever clime the sun's bright circle warms. Lift not thy spear against the Muses...
Page 105 - Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall out-live this powerful rhyme ; But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time. When wasteful war shall statues overturn, And broils root out the work of masonry, Nor Mars his sword, nor war's quick fire shall burn The living record of your memory. 'Gainst death and...
Page 107 - Petrarch's wound; A thousand times this pipe did Tasso sound; With it Camoens soothed an exile's grief ; The sonnet glittered a gay myrtle leaf Amid the cypress with which Dante crowned His visionary brow: a glow-worm lamp, It cheered mild Spenser, called from Faery-land To struggle through dark ways; and when a damp Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand The thing became a trumpet ; whence he blew Soul-animating strains — alas, too few...
Page 152 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Page 152 - France, tis strange, Hath brought forth no such souls as we had then. Perpetual emptiness! unceasing change! No single volume paramount, no code, No master spirit, no determined road; But equally a want of books and men!
Page 105 - ... flies, That poison foul of bubbling Pride doth lie So in my swelling breast, that only I Fawn on myself, and others do despise; Yet Pride, I think, doth not my soul possess, Which looks too oft in his unflattering glass; But one worse fault — Ambition — I confess, That makes me oft my best friends overpass, Unseen, unheard — while Thought to highest place Bends all his powers, even unto STELLA'S grace.
Page 195 - THERE is no God,' the foolish saith, — ' But none, ' There is no sorrow ; ' And nature oft, the cry of faith, In bitter need will borrow : Eyes, which the preacher could not school, By wayside graves are raised ; And lips say, ' God be pitiful,' Who ne'er said,
Page 106 - Voice which did thy sounds approve Which wont in such harmonious strains to flow, Is reft from Earth to tune those spheres above, What art thou but a harbinger of woe? Thy pleasing notes be pleasing notes no more, But orphans...
Page 66 - Fountain heads and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves ! Moonlight walks, when all the fowls Are warmly housed save bats and owls ! A midnight bell, a parting groan, These are the sounds we feed upon ; Then stretch our bones in a still gloomy valley : Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.