The Boston Miscellany of Literature and Fashion, Volume 2Ams Press, 1842 |
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... soon the affair would terminate . I accordingly proceeded to make a rather hearty repast , and was just entering on a concluding custard , when a second life - guard presented himself , and insisted on delivering his message in person ...
... soon the affair would terminate . I accordingly proceeded to make a rather hearty repast , and was just entering on a concluding custard , when a second life - guard presented himself , and insisted on delivering his message in person ...
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... soon fell into a profound slumber . The rest looked on with astonisment and envy at this unprecedented appropriation of the throne of Spain and the Indies , and the fact was immediately reported by the mas- ter of ceremonies , to the ...
... soon fell into a profound slumber . The rest looked on with astonisment and envy at this unprecedented appropriation of the throne of Spain and the Indies , and the fact was immediately reported by the mas- ter of ceremonies , to the ...
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... Soon after the death of the queen , the court were invited to the palace to offer their " compliments of condolence " to the royal family . On an occasion of this kind , nothing is said about the event which calls the com- pany together ...
... Soon after the death of the queen , the court were invited to the palace to offer their " compliments of condolence " to the royal family . On an occasion of this kind , nothing is said about the event which calls the com- pany together ...
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... on his silver tray , the seal side up , and presented it to me with a most deferential bend of his white waistcoat . I felt the vouchers within , and pocketed it without opening , and we soon after rose BROWN'S DAY WITH THE MIMPSONS . 13.
... on his silver tray , the seal side up , and presented it to me with a most deferential bend of his white waistcoat . I felt the vouchers within , and pocketed it without opening , and we soon after rose BROWN'S DAY WITH THE MIMPSONS . 13.
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pocketed it without opening , and we soon after rose and went to the drawing - room for our coffee . " Lady S sat with her back to the door , besieged by Mrs. Mimpson ; and at the piano , beside Miss Bellamy , who was preparing to play ...
pocketed it without opening , and we soon after rose and went to the drawing - room for our coffee . " Lady S sat with her back to the door , besieged by Mrs. Mimpson ; and at the piano , beside Miss Bellamy , who was preparing to play ...
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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.