The Illuminated Magazine, Volume 2William James Linton Published for the proprietors, 1844 |
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... and bethink thee , as hath said- " Look on the poor With gentle eyes ; for in such habits , often Angels desire an alms ! " J. S. HE art of embalming is of very remote antiquity . THE LAST OF THE BALLAD - SINGERS . 31.
... and bethink thee , as hath said- " Look on the poor With gentle eyes ; for in such habits , often Angels desire an alms ! " J. S. HE art of embalming is of very remote antiquity . THE LAST OF THE BALLAD - SINGERS . 31.
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... eye , gave a refined and patriarchal aspect to his countenance , which bespoke affection and veneration before he opened ... eyes , and by an assumption of a cough tried to conceal the emotions which a vivid consciousness of his desolate ...
... eye , gave a refined and patriarchal aspect to his countenance , which bespoke affection and veneration before he opened ... eyes , and by an assumption of a cough tried to conceal the emotions which a vivid consciousness of his desolate ...
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... eyes of the world , all beyond , except absolute pri- vation of food , is no longer pain nor humiliation . Give him from time to time from your superfluities the means of transient physical enjoyment , and you make him happy for the ...
... eyes of the world , all beyond , except absolute pri- vation of food , is no longer pain nor humiliation . Give him from time to time from your superfluities the means of transient physical enjoyment , and you make him happy for the ...
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... eyes . The horse had finished his beans - looked full in his master's face , and gave his accustomed neigh of recognition and gratitude ; -it was too much -the gun dropped from his hands . " I cannot do it , " he exclaimed , and ...
... eyes . The horse had finished his beans - looked full in his master's face , and gave his accustomed neigh of recognition and gratitude ; -it was too much -the gun dropped from his hands . " I cannot do it , " he exclaimed , and ...
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... Eyes watched me strangely from the cypresses That o'er the dead kept moveless sentinel ! Upon my soul with silent awfulness A weight of darkness and despair there fell ! The air grew heavy , cold , and black , and thick , And gasping ...
... Eyes watched me strangely from the cypresses That o'er the dead kept moveless sentinel ! Upon my soul with silent awfulness A weight of darkness and despair there fell ! The air grew heavy , cold , and black , and thick , And gasping ...
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Página 135 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Página 104 - SO now is come our joyful'st feast; Let every man be jolly, Each room with ivy leaves is drest, And every post with holly. Though some churls at our mirth repine, Round your foreheads garlands twine, Drown sorrow in a cup of wine, And let us all be merry. Now, all our neighbours...
Página 294 - Strange cozenage ! None would live past years again, Yet all hope pleasure in what yet remain ; And, from the dregs of life, think to receive, What the first sprightly running could not give. I'm tired with waiting for this chemic gold, Which fools us young, and beggars us when old.
Página 61 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn, That ten day-labourers could not end; Then lies him down, the lubber fiend, And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength; And crop-full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.
Página 294 - Hope's delusive mine,' as Johnson finely says; and I may also quote the celebrated lines of Dryden, equally philosophical and poetical : — When I consider life, 'tis all a cheat, Yet, fooled with hope, men favour the deceit ; Trust on, and think to-morrow will repay ; To-morrow's falser than the former day ; Lies worse ; and, while it says we shall be blest With some new joys, cuts off what we possest.
Página 65 - COMPOSED UPON WESTMINSTER BRIDGE, SEPTEMBER 3, 1802 EARTH has not anything to show more fair : 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,...
Página 8 - Immortal Newton never spoke More truth, than here you'll find, Nor Pope himself e'er penn'da joke More cruel on mankind. '' The picture placed the busts between Gives satire its full strength ; Wisdom and Wit are little seen. But Folly at full length.
Página 136 - I loved the man, and do honour to his memory on this side idolatry as much as any.
Página 40 - KIND words can never die ; Cherished and blest, God knows how deep they lie Stored in the breast ; Like childhood's simple rhymes, Said o'er a thousand times — Aye in all years and climes, Distant and near; Kind words can never die, No ! never die.
Página 118 - A bowl alley,' writes the Bishop, ' is the place where there are three things thrown away besides bowls, to wit, time, money, and curses, and the last ten for one.