Blackwood's Magazine, Band 7W. Blackwood., 1820 |
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... thee , for like thyself it wears Its sweetness , never obtruding . For this lily , Where can it hang but at Cyane's breast ? And yet ' twill wither on so white a bed , If flowers have sense for envy : -It shall lie Amongst thy raven ...
... thee , for like thyself it wears Its sweetness , never obtruding . For this lily , Where can it hang but at Cyane's breast ? And yet ' twill wither on so white a bed , If flowers have sense for envy : -It shall lie Amongst thy raven ...
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... thee , for like thyself it wears Its sweetness , never obtruding . For this lily , Where can it hang but at Cyane's breast ? And yet ' twill wither on so white a bed , If flowers have sense for envy : -It shall lie Amongst thy raven ...
... thee , for like thyself it wears Its sweetness , never obtruding . For this lily , Where can it hang but at Cyane's breast ? And yet ' twill wither on so white a bed , If flowers have sense for envy : -It shall lie Amongst thy raven ...
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... thee ; " and last and best , " Go where glory waits thee ; " nor do I envy those who possess stoicism so great , or sym- pathies so small , as to hear these me- lodies sung , without experiencing some of the strongest emotions that ...
... thee ; " and last and best , " Go where glory waits thee ; " nor do I envy those who possess stoicism so great , or sym- pathies so small , as to hear these me- lodies sung , without experiencing some of the strongest emotions that ...
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... thee from my heart , Without a warning sign depart , For I can give no answering sign , Nor faulter a farewell to thine . Thou wast like angel here below , And from me , angel - like , must go , That , losing , I may know , not how ...
... thee from my heart , Without a warning sign depart , For I can give no answering sign , Nor faulter a farewell to thine . Thou wast like angel here below , And from me , angel - like , must go , That , losing , I may know , not how ...
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... thee , Hannah , " he cried with a loud sob , " or lie down beside thee in the snow - and we will die together in our youth . " A wild whistling wind went by him , and the snow - flakes whirled so fiercely round his head , that he ...
... thee , Hannah , " he cried with a loud sob , " or lie down beside thee in the snow - and we will die together in our youth . " A wild whistling wind went by him , and the snow - flakes whirled so fiercely round his head , that he ...
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Seite 184 - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
Seite 419 - Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
Seite 311 - O'er untravelled seas to roam, — Yet lives the blood of England in our veins ! And shall we not proclaim That blood of honest fame, Which no tyranny can tame By its chains...
Seite 419 - Farewell the tranquil mind ! farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop and the big wars That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell, Farewell the neighing steed and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, <i The royal banner and all quality, Pride, pomp and circumstance of glorious war...
Seite 161 - Or call up him that left half told The story of Cambuscan bold, Of Camball, and of Algarsife, And who had Canace to wife, That own'd the virtuous ring and glass, And of the wondrous horse of brass, On which the Tartar king did ride...
Seite 314 - As to the family, they always entered in. at the gate, and most generally lived in the kitchen. To have seen a numerous household assembled around the fire, one would have imagined that he was transported back to those happy days of primeval simplicity, which float before our imaginations like golden visions. The fireplaces were of a truly patriarchal magnitude...
Seite 284 - THE FANCY: A Selection from the Poetical Remains of the late Peter Corcoran, of Gray's Inn, student at law. With a brief Memoir of his life.
Seite 153 - The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself; * Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like the baseless fabric of a vision, Leave not a wreck behind.
Seite 154 - And the green turf lie lightly on thy breast : There shall the morn her earliest tears bestow, There the first roses of the year shall blow ; While angels with their silver wings o'ershade The ground, now sacred by thy reliques made.
Seite 314 - ... worn out by the very precautions taken for its preservation. The whole house was constantly in a state of inundation, under the discipline of mops and brooms and scrubbingbrushes; and the good housewives of those days were a kind of amphibious animal, delighting exceedingly to be dabbling in water, — insomuch that an historian of the day gravely tells us, that many of his townswomen grew to have webbed fingers like unto a duck...