The Boston Miscellany of Literature and Fashion, Volume 2Ams Press, 1842 |
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... poor master turner at Augsburg . The wife died of grief and want soon after the birth of the child , and the husband followed her after a few months . The public authorities were obliged to take charge of the helpless boy , and the ...
... poor master turner at Augsburg . The wife died of grief and want soon after the birth of the child , and the husband followed her after a few months . The public authorities were obliged to take charge of the helpless boy , and the ...
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... poor patient laborers unnecessarily bur- dened and oppressed : and who knows but my rashness may have important conse- quences ? " And so it actually happened . One man of so distinguished a mind that his sharp - sightedness could ...
... poor patient laborers unnecessarily bur- dened and oppressed : and who knows but my rashness may have important conse- quences ? " And so it actually happened . One man of so distinguished a mind that his sharp - sightedness could ...
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... poor John Wacht was called to bear . A thoughtless maid rushed with a cry of anguish into the apartment where the mistress of the house , who was just recovering from a nervous illness , was lying in fear and trembling in consequence of ...
... poor John Wacht was called to bear . A thoughtless maid rushed with a cry of anguish into the apartment where the mistress of the house , who was just recovering from a nervous illness , was lying in fear and trembling in consequence of ...
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... Poor Hans , " cried Master Wacht , when he saw this touching monument of true and faithful hearts , and a stream of tears gushed from his eyes , " poor Hans ! you raised this tool for the last time for the good of your brother , but you ...
... Poor Hans , " cried Master Wacht , when he saw this touching monument of true and faithful hearts , and a stream of tears gushed from his eyes , " poor Hans ! you raised this tool for the last time for the good of your brother , but you ...
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... poor farmers and citi- zens who weep in vain before the bench of the harsh judge , and will you allow yourself to be paid with the bloody coin which the poor reach out to you , bathed in their tears ? " Will you fill your brain with ...
... poor farmers and citi- zens who weep in vain before the bench of the harsh judge , and will you allow yourself to be paid with the bloody coin which the poor reach out to you , bathed in their tears ? " Will you fill your brain with ...
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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.