Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, Volume 14John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell Leavitt, Throw and Company, 1848 |
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... church for her sake , and was not long in discover- ing where she sat , and thus I had abundant op- portunity , during the long Protestant service , of gazing at her till I was satisfied . When the con- gregation dispersed , I had not ...
... church for her sake , and was not long in discover- ing where she sat , and thus I had abundant op- portunity , during the long Protestant service , of gazing at her till I was satisfied . When the con- gregation dispersed , I had not ...
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... Church of Mahomedan disguise and Arab imagina- that won their fathers from the worship of tion , the blended features of both . Woden , and the orgies of the Tekinger . The Saracenic system was in fact like its Their arts were wholly ...
... Church of Mahomedan disguise and Arab imagina- that won their fathers from the worship of tion , the blended features of both . Woden , and the orgies of the Tekinger . The Saracenic system was in fact like its Their arts were wholly ...
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... Church , that deep and strong , and famous , as it was in those devoted enthusiasm burning in the nation's boasted days . heart from the covenant taken over church- Ireland can scarcely be said to own any yard graves to events of our ...
... Church , that deep and strong , and famous , as it was in those devoted enthusiasm burning in the nation's boasted days . heart from the covenant taken over church- Ireland can scarcely be said to own any yard graves to events of our ...
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... Church doubtful case of Socrates , from the days of had begun ; but the full flood of the river Troy to the Christian era ; whilst it afford- was not what those had anticipated who ed a boundless and fitting scope for that first ...
... Church doubtful case of Socrates , from the days of had begun ; but the full flood of the river Troy to the Christian era ; whilst it afford- was not what those had anticipated who ed a boundless and fitting scope for that first ...
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... church , and commenc- written by the hereditary bards and annalists of an- ing at A. D. 900. " The Book of Ballymote , " written cient races , e . g . , " The Book of the O'Kellys of Hy - under the patronage of Tomaltach M'Donah ( chief ...
... church , and commenc- written by the hereditary bards and annalists of an- ing at A. D. 900. " The Book of Ballymote , " written cient races , e . g . , " The Book of the O'Kellys of Hy - under the patronage of Tomaltach M'Donah ( chief ...
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Page 413 - Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare ; Bold lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve ; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair ! Ah, happy, happy boughs ! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu...
Page 412 - Until the poppied warmth of sleep oppress'd Her soothed limbs, and soul fatigued away ; Flown, like a thought, until the morrow-day ; Blissfully haven'd both from joy and pain; Clasp'd like a missal where swart Paynims pray; Blinded alike from sunshine and from rain, As though a rose should shut, and be a bud again.
Page 520 - My wits begin to turn. Come on, my boy : how dost, my boy ? art cold ? I am cold myself. Where is this straw, my fellow ? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel. Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart That's sorry yet for thee.
Page 413 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Page 412 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon ; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint : She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven : Porphyro grew faint : She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Page 396 - If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Page 412 - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in seaweed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.
Page 409 - Homer ruled as his demesne ; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Page 521 - Lear. Be your tears wet ? yes, faith. I pray, weep not : If you have poison for me I will drink it. I know you do not love me ; for your sisters Have, as I do remember, done me wrong : You have some cause, they have not. Cor. No cause, no cause.
Page 105 - Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains, They crowned him long ago On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds, With a diadem of snow.