Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, Volume 14John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell Leavitt, Throw and Company, 1848 |
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... young man requested must come and join us , ' said one of them to the that I would read my production aloud . I did so , girl . She did so ; but alas ! she did not sit beside and not without emotion , while I peeped over the me . When ...
... young man requested must come and join us , ' said one of them to the that I would read my production aloud . I did so , girl . She did so ; but alas ! she did not sit beside and not without emotion , while I peeped over the me . When ...
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... young . " this period of his life , an advantage , in- Goethe has pronounced an eloquent eulogium deed , which , like most of those which he upon this happy little romance , which seems possessed , he retained even in old age - as to ...
... young . " this period of his life , an advantage , in- Goethe has pronounced an eloquent eulogium deed , which , like most of those which he upon this happy little romance , which seems possessed , he retained even in old age - as to ...
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... young and impressionable females ; but he has con- trived to present the argument in so attract- ive a form , that we read it like a drama , scarcely thinking for the time of the chief object with which it was written . daughters of ...
... young and impressionable females ; but he has con- trived to present the argument in so attract- ive a form , that we read it like a drama , scarcely thinking for the time of the chief object with which it was written . daughters of ...
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... young gentlemen at York Factory , however , thought it effeminate to combat the bloodsuckers with the natural defensive weapon of a gauze canopy , and , in spite of various ingenious expedients such as rendering their rooms unbearable ...
... young gentlemen at York Factory , however , thought it effeminate to combat the bloodsuckers with the natural defensive weapon of a gauze canopy , and , in spite of various ingenious expedients such as rendering their rooms unbearable ...
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... young gentlemen's house . " Bachelor's a fog - bank . Bachelor's a fog - bank . A fur cap with ear - pieces Hall , as the young gentlemen themselves completed his costume . Having finished call it , was the scene , during Mr. Ballan ...
... young gentlemen's house . " Bachelor's a fog - bank . Bachelor's a fog - bank . A fur cap with ear - pieces Hall , as the young gentlemen themselves completed his costume . Having finished call it , was the scene , during Mr. Ballan ...
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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.