The Boston Miscellany of Literature and Fashion, Volume 2Ams Press, 1842 |
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... mother . The court threw off their mourning for the king of Saxony , and went into gala dresses in honor of the joyful event . 66 - 99 So , " as the poet has it , " passed that pageant . " " Another came , -to keep up the quotation ...
... mother . The court threw off their mourning for the king of Saxony , and went into gala dresses in honor of the joyful event . 66 - 99 So , " as the poet has it , " passed that pageant . " " Another came , -to keep up the quotation ...
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... mother had embarked her whole soul in the enterprise of bringing about that debût at Almack's . Her best card was a certain Lady S , who chanced to be passing a few days in the neighborhood , and this din- ner was in her honor ; - the ...
... mother had embarked her whole soul in the enterprise of bringing about that debût at Almack's . Her best card was a certain Lady S , who chanced to be passing a few days in the neighborhood , and this din- ner was in her honor ; - the ...
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... mother , and every body but myself was formally present- ed to Lady S , the exception not noticea- ble of course , among thirty people . Mr. Mimpson came late from the city , possibly anxious to avoid a skirmish on the subject of his ...
... mother , and every body but myself was formally present- ed to Lady S , the exception not noticea- ble of course , among thirty people . Mr. Mimpson came late from the city , possibly anxious to avoid a skirmish on the subject of his ...
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... mother and sister , with whom , ( after a brilliant duet by the sisters ) I strolled out upon the lawn for an hour- for it was a clear night , and the moon and soft air almost took me back to Italy . And , ( perhaps by a hint from Miss ...
... mother and sister , with whom , ( after a brilliant duet by the sisters ) I strolled out upon the lawn for an hour- for it was a clear night , and the moon and soft air almost took me back to Italy . And , ( perhaps by a hint from Miss ...
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... mother of life does not select the palaces of the great , nor the apartments of princely splendor for her favorites . Thus she suffered our hero , John , who as the gentle reader will discover , was one of her most favored favorites ...
... mother of life does not select the palaces of the great , nor the apartments of princely splendor for her favorites . Thus she suffered our hero , John , who as the gentle reader will discover , was one of her most favored favorites ...
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Almack's Amina Anatomy of Melancholy appeared Bamberg beauty beneath better bosom called cantelopes character Charles Lamb Coddington Count Alarcos cried dark daugh daughter dear death Dobs dress Emilie esquire eyes face fair fancy father Faust fear feeling gentle give grace grief hand happy hath head heard heart heaven honor Hypochondria Jonathan Julia king knew knight lady leave Leberfink Leonora light live look manner Martha Master Wacht ment Mephistopheles Mimpson mind morning N. P. WILLIS Nanni nature never noble o'er passed person Philip Massinger poet poor princess reader Rettel Rose Lodge round Second Shepherd seemed smile sonnets soon sorrow soul spirit stood story sweet tears tell thee thing thou thought tion took true turned voice whole wife wild wonder words young advocate young lawyer youth
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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.