Calcutta Magazine and Monthly Register, Volumes 25-28S. Smith & Company, 1832 |
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... justice , there was no point of nautical information which it was possible for my tender mind , ( God save the mark ! it is not very tender now , ) to comprehend that he did not impart to me , sometimes by kindness , sometimes by thumps ...
... justice , there was no point of nautical information which it was possible for my tender mind , ( God save the mark ! it is not very tender now , ) to comprehend that he did not impart to me , sometimes by kindness , sometimes by thumps ...
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... justice to the character , and to the expectations of my friends ; since however I find that we are not likely to have more than eleven , I beg to decline appearing in the part of the second Herald , which I accepted at your PARTICULAR ...
... justice to the character , and to the expectations of my friends ; since however I find that we are not likely to have more than eleven , I beg to decline appearing in the part of the second Herald , which I accepted at your PARTICULAR ...
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... justice , my dear Buskin- Bus . Justice ! my dear fellow ! First Ham . Say no more Buskin , come home and sup with me , my good friend , and we'll look it over together . Second Ham . Well , Mr. Buskin , pray sir 52 THE AMATEURS .
... justice , my dear Buskin- Bus . Justice ! my dear fellow ! First Ham . Say no more Buskin , come home and sup with me , my good friend , and we'll look it over together . Second Ham . Well , Mr. Buskin , pray sir 52 THE AMATEURS .
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... justice to the merits of the work . Several of the prose and poetical articles are of a high order , and there is scarcely one of them that is not entitled to some measure of praise . In prose , we have admirable contributions from the ...
... justice to the merits of the work . Several of the prose and poetical articles are of a high order , and there is scarcely one of them that is not entitled to some measure of praise . In prose , we have admirable contributions from the ...
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... justice to Mr. D. L. RICHARDSON , for so carrying it forward , that every number exhibits a manifest improvement upon the last . The difficulties attending an undertaking of this kind in this country are not perhaps easily imagined ...
... justice to Mr. D. L. RICHARDSON , for so carrying it forward , that every number exhibits a manifest improvement upon the last . The difficulties attending an undertaking of this kind in this country are not perhaps easily imagined ...
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Page 138 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower...
Page 138 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Page 136 - Has not the soul, the being of your life, Received a shock of awful consciousness, In some calm season, when these lofty rocks At night's approach bring down the unclouded sky, To rest upon their circumambient walls ; A temple framing of dimensions vast.
Page 138 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay...
Page 41 - THE garlands fade that Spring so lately wove, Each simple flower which she had nflhsed in dew, Anemonies, that spangled every grove, The primrose wan, and hare-bell mildly blue. No more shall violets linger in the dell, Or purple orchis variegate the plain. Till Spring again shall call forth every bell, And dress with humid hands her wreaths again.— Ah! poor humanity! so frail, so fair, Are the fond visions of thy early day, Till tyrant passion and corrosive care Bid all thy fairy colours fade...
Page 135 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition , sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn ; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Page 139 - And, when the stream Which overflowed the soul was passed away, A consciousness remained that it had left, Deposited upon the silent shore Of memory, images and precious thoughts, That shall not die, and cannot be destroyed.
Page 40 - O happy age! when Hope's unclouded ray Lights their green path, and prompts their simple mirth, Ere yet they feel the thorns that lurking lay To wound the wretched pilgrims of the earth, Making them rue the hour that gave them birth, And threw them on a world so full of pain, Where prosperous folly treads on patient worth, And to deaf pride misfortune pleads in vain ! Ah ! for their future fate how many fears Oppress my heart, and fill mine eyes with tears!
Page 136 - The nails of cart or chariot-wheel have left Impressed on the white road, — in the same line, At distance still the same. Poor Traveller ! His staff trails with him ; scarcely do his feet Disturb the summer dust ; he is so still In look and motion, that the cottage curs, Ere he have passed the door, will turn away, Weary of barking at him.
Page 113 - WITHIN a thick and spreading hawthorn bush That overhung a mole-hill large and round, I heard from morn to morn a merry thrush Sing hymns...