Blackwood's Lady's Magazine and Gazette of the Fashionable World, Or, St. James's Court-register of Belles Lettres, Fine Arts, Music, Drama, Fashions, &c, Volumes 38-39

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A.H. Blackwood, G. Simpkin, and J. Page, 1855 - Great Britain

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Page 94 - Two summers since, I saw at Lammas Fair The sweetest flower that ever blossomed there, When Phoebe Dawson gaily crossed the Green, In haste to see, and happy to be seen ; Her air, her manners, all who saw admired ; Courteous though coy, and gentle though retired ; The joy of youth and health her eyes displayed, And ease of heart her every look conveyed...
Page 133 - Abide with me from morn till eve, For without thee I cannot live ; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without thee I dare not die.
Page 44 - Passing from Italy to Greece, the tales Which poets of an elder time have feign'd To glorify their Tempe, bred in me Desire of visiting that paradise. To Thessaly I came; and living private, Without acquaintance of more sweet companions, Than the old inmates to my love, my thoughts, I day by day frequented silent groves, And solitary walks.
Page 26 - Monday 16 Tuesday 17 Wednesday 18 Thursday 19 Friday 20 Saturday 21 Sunday 22 Monday 23 Tuesday...
Page 13 - A MOTHER'S LOVE A MOTHER'S Love, — how sweet the name ! What is a Mother's love ? — A noble, pure, and tender flame, Enkindled from above, To bless a heart of earthly mould ; The warmest love that can grow cold ; This is a Mother's Love.
Page 126 - A perfect Woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command ; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of an angel 13 light. XV.— I WANDERED LONELY. 1804. I WANDERED lonely as a cloud...
Page 44 - The well-shaped youth could touch, she sung her own : He could not run division with more art Upon his quaking instrument, than she The nightingale did with her various notes Reply to.
Page 101 - I'll prepare to run." All down the hill his loving bride Now ran with all her force To push him in, he stepped aside, And she fell in, of course. Now splashing, dashing like a fish — "Oh, save me, Johnny Sands." "I can't, my dear, though much I wish, For you have tied my hands.
Page 49 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A Creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrow, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Page 44 - Whom art had never taught cliffs, moods, or notes Should vie with him for mastery, whose study Had busied many hours to perfect practice. To end the controversy, in a rapture Upon his instrument he plays so swiftly...

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