The Literary magnet of the belles lettres, science, and the fine arts, ed. by Tobias Merton. Vol.1 - new ser., vol.[2. Vol.2 of the new ser. wants all after p.192]., Volume 11829 |
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... turned his horse's head in the direction of the tower , but forth- with stayed the rein , observing by his side a tall figure , clothed in the habit of a palmer . 6 " Ha ! who art thou ? ' My dress may tell you , sir knight ; a poor ...
... turned his horse's head in the direction of the tower , but forth- with stayed the rein , observing by his side a tall figure , clothed in the habit of a palmer . 6 " Ha ! who art thou ? ' My dress may tell you , sir knight ; a poor ...
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... turned a deaf ear ; and burning with shame and disappointment , rode hastily away . Sad were his reflections as he journeyed along . He , who until that day had been a knight sans reproche , and had never unsuccessfully armed his lance ...
... turned a deaf ear ; and burning with shame and disappointment , rode hastily away . Sad were his reflections as he journeyed along . He , who until that day had been a knight sans reproche , and had never unsuccessfully armed his lance ...
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... turned the head of his steed to the banks of the Arno ; the magnifi- cent city was gay in the pride of assembled chivalry . The streets were thronged with people noble and plebeian ; processions , religious and mili- tary , passed in ...
... turned the head of his steed to the banks of the Arno ; the magnifi- cent city was gay in the pride of assembled chivalry . The streets were thronged with people noble and plebeian ; processions , religious and mili- tary , passed in ...
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... turned paragraphs , referred to the ingenious ( not ingenuous ) pen of my publisher himself ; who , to do him justice , was unequalled in this line of composition . Never was there a more successful practitioner of panegyric than Teucer ...
... turned paragraphs , referred to the ingenious ( not ingenuous ) pen of my publisher himself ; who , to do him justice , was unequalled in this line of composition . Never was there a more successful practitioner of panegyric than Teucer ...
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... turning up a pile of ' original correspondence ' of some great writer or other which had escaped the researches of less fortunate investiga- tion . These collections were , successively , ushered into notice with the usual ...
... turning up a pile of ' original correspondence ' of some great writer or other which had escaped the researches of less fortunate investiga- tion . These collections were , successively , ushered into notice with the usual ...
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Página 21 - 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 sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Página 70 - What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Página 19 - Of Truth, of Grandeur, Beauty, Love, and Hope, And melancholy Fear subdued by Faith; Of blessed consolations in distress; Of moral strength, and intellectual Power; Of joy in widest commonalty spread...
Página 163 - Blessed be the name of the Lord from this time forth and for evermore. From the rising of the sun unto the going down of the same the Lord's name is to be praised.
Página 70 - The race of life becomes a hopeless flight To those that walk in darkness : on the sea The boldest steer but where their ports invite; But there are wanderers o'er Eternity Whose bark drives on and on, and anchor'd ne'er shall be. 670 LXXI Is it not better, then, to be alone, And love Earth only for its earthly sake...
Página 71 - Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will: Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; And...
Página 22 - She shall be sportive as the fawn That wild with glee across the lawn Or up the mountain springs ; And hers shall be the breathing balm, And hers the silence and the calm Of mute, insensate things.
Página 70 - I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that around me; and to me High mountains are a feeling, but the hum Of human cities...
Página 70 - For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth ; but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity, Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue. And I have felt A presence that disturbs me with the joy Of elevated thoughts : a sense sublime Of something far more deeply interfused, Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns...
Página 73 - But thou, that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation : Meek loveliness is round thee spread, A softness still and holy ; The grace of forest charms decayed, And pastoral melancholy.