The Inspector, Literary Magazine and Review, Band 2Effingham Wilson, 1827 |
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... side of our own , we bind one heart to our service , and secure one bosom in which we may confide in seasons of adversity ; and from which , in such dark hours , we may draw forth ample consolation and affectionate support : and this ...
... side of our own , we bind one heart to our service , and secure one bosom in which we may confide in seasons of adversity ; and from which , in such dark hours , we may draw forth ample consolation and affectionate support : and this ...
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... side of the palace was joined by a small low and dingy mass of ruins , that presented a most chilling contrast to the brilliancy and grandeur of what it thus clung to . Even the witching effect of the golden domes that swelled on the ...
... side of the palace was joined by a small low and dingy mass of ruins , that presented a most chilling contrast to the brilliancy and grandeur of what it thus clung to . Even the witching effect of the golden domes that swelled on the ...
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... side of the dilapidated gate I had formerly noticed ; but it seemed an age before the mazes of the wilderness I was in , would admit of my escape . On a sudden , however , I tripped , and my head was dashed against the ragged edge of ...
... side of the dilapidated gate I had formerly noticed ; but it seemed an age before the mazes of the wilderness I was in , would admit of my escape . On a sudden , however , I tripped , and my head was dashed against the ragged edge of ...
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... side ! how sweetly dost thou mix with the blood , and help it through the most difficult and tortuous passages to the heart ! I asked a poor man how he did ? He said he was like a washball , always in decay . Tragedies , as they are now ...
... side ! how sweetly dost thou mix with the blood , and help it through the most difficult and tortuous passages to the heart ! I asked a poor man how he did ? He said he was like a washball , always in decay . Tragedies , as they are now ...
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... that I arrived , after a long and tedious journey , at a village situated in Westmoreland , in an almost * A young inexperienced Cadet . earthly Paradise - there being on one side rocks and 38 LETTER FROM THE LAKES .
... that I arrived , after a long and tedious journey , at a village situated in Westmoreland , in an almost * A young inexperienced Cadet . earthly Paradise - there being on one side rocks and 38 LETTER FROM THE LAKES .
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Beliebte Passagen
Seite 148 - twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane— as I do here.
Seite 21 - THE way was long, the wind was cold, The Minstrel was infirm and old; His withered cheek, and tresses gray, Seemed to have known a better day ; The harp, his sole remaining joy, Was carried by an orphan boy.
Seite 40 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Seite 128 - Love is indestructible: Its holy flame for ever burneth ; From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth; Too oft on Earth a troubled guest, At times deceived, at times oppressed, It here is tried and purified, Then hath in Heaven its perfect rest: It soweth here with toil and care; But the harvest-time of Love is there.
Seite 477 - The other shape, If shape it might be call'd, that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb, Or substance might be call'd that shadow seem'd, For each seem'd either ; black it stood as night, Fierce as ten furies, terrible as hell, And shook a dreadful dart ; what seem'd his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on.
Seite 250 - Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell, Be thy intents wicked or charitable, Thou com'st in such a questionable shape, That I will speak to thee: I'll call thee Hamlet, King, father, royal Dane, O, answer me!
Seite 128 - They sin who tell us Love can die. With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In Heaven ambition cannot dwell, Nor avarice in the vaults of Hell ; Earthly these passions of the Earth, They perish where they have their birth ; But Love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From Heaven it came to Heaven returneth...
Seite 65 - A pillar of state ; deep on his front engraven Deliberation sat, and public care ; And princely counsel in his face yet shone Majestic, though in ruin : sage he stood, With Atlantean shoulders fit to bear The weight of mightiest monarchies ; his look Drew audience and attention still as night, Or summer's noontide air...
Seite 20 - Heaven's ebon vault, Studded with stars unutterably bright. Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls, Seems like a canopy which love had spread To curtain her sleeping world. Yon gentle hills. Robed in a garment of untrodden snow...
Seite 20 - How beautiful this night ! the balmiest sigh, Which vernal zephyrs breathe in evening's ear, Were discord to the speaking quietude That wraps this moveless scene. Heaven's ebon vault, Studded with stars unutterably bright, Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls, Seems like a canopy which love has spread To curtain her sleeping world.