The Illustrated Magazine, Volume 1; Volume 30

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Ward and Lock, 1853 - Literature

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Page 256 - Compound for sins they are inclined to By damning those they have no mind to.
Page 174 - I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine...
Page 23 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
Page 139 - These are the forgeries of jealousy : And never, since the middle summer's spring, Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead, By paved fountain, or by rushy brook, Or on the beached margent of the sea, To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, But with thy brawls thou hast disturb'd our sport.
Page 129 - gan peep A narrow inlet, still and deep, Affording scarce such breadth of brim, As served the wild duck's brood to swim. Lost for a space, through thickets veering, But broader when again appearing. Tall rocks and tufted knolls their face Could on the dark-blue mirror trace; And farther as the hunter strayed, Still broader sweep its channels made...
Page 59 - This, too, had been a troop-horse; and it was supposed, not without reason, that after regimental discipline had failed no other would be found availing.
Page 57 - A blank, my lord : She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i...
Page 66 - Our pride misleads, our timid likings kill. — Long may these homely Works devised of old, These simple efforts of Helvetian skill, Aid, with congenial influence, to uphold The State, — the Country's destiny to mould ; Turning, for them who pass, the common dust Of servile opportunity to gold...
Page 174 - Over hill, over dale, Through bush, through brier, Over park, over pale, Through flood, through fire, I do wander everywhere, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green: The cowslips tall her pensioners be; In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy...
Page 185 - And begged him to vouchsafe to tell his slave The reason, first, of that command he gave About the light ; then, when he saw the face, , Why he knelt down ; and lastly, how it was That fare so poor as his detained him in the place.

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