The Pocket MagazineJames Robins, 1828 |
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... beam , Waking thy soul to a heavenly dream ; Then those eyes will weep , and thy heart will sigh , But may'st thou , little love , ne'er fade and die . As yet thou art pure , and the finger of hate , Must fail in stamping her seal on ...
... beam , Waking thy soul to a heavenly dream ; Then those eyes will weep , and thy heart will sigh , But may'st thou , little love , ne'er fade and die . As yet thou art pure , and the finger of hate , Must fail in stamping her seal on ...
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... beams o'er a bosom of woe . We may meet again ! -like visions of light , Whose halo of glory fades not away , Where truth sheds a lustre , unchangeably bright , Encircles the whole and expands into day . Yet earth - worms must feed on ...
... beams o'er a bosom of woe . We may meet again ! -like visions of light , Whose halo of glory fades not away , Where truth sheds a lustre , unchangeably bright , Encircles the whole and expands into day . Yet earth - worms must feed on ...
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... beam Of fading life , sends out a fitful gleam , Showing the remnant of our bosoms ' fires , Shoots upwards like a star , and then expires . Full many a flower hath bloomed and blushed alone ; Full many a patriot heart hath beat unknown ...
... beam Of fading life , sends out a fitful gleam , Showing the remnant of our bosoms ' fires , Shoots upwards like a star , and then expires . Full many a flower hath bloomed and blushed alone ; Full many a patriot heart hath beat unknown ...
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Full many a beam of freedom hath been cherish'd In breasts that might have shone , but fell and perish'd . • Must still her glory feel this foul eclipse ? For aye must Slavery , with unhallowed lips , Shout to her victims , as they weep ...
Full many a beam of freedom hath been cherish'd In breasts that might have shone , but fell and perish'd . • Must still her glory feel this foul eclipse ? For aye must Slavery , with unhallowed lips , Shout to her victims , as they weep ...
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... beam , Will memory's stream unruffled glide To thee , its fondest , happiest theme ! Yes , though I wander far away , My happiest thoughts will often dwell , With her to whom I've sung this lay , Young friend - farewell ! farewell ...
... beam , Will memory's stream unruffled glide To thee , its fondest , happiest theme ! Yes , though I wander far away , My happiest thoughts will often dwell , With her to whom I've sung this lay , Young friend - farewell ! farewell ...
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Seite 8 - I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is?
Seite 2 - How touching, when, at midnight, sweep Snow-muffled winds, and all is dark, To hear — and sink again to sleep ! Or, at an earlier call, to mark, By blazing fire, the still suspense Of self-complacent innocence; The mutual nod, — the grave disguise Of hearts with gladness brimming o'er; And some unbidden tears that rise...
Seite 110 - Sometimes, misguided by the tuneful throng, I look for streams immortalized in song, That lost in silence and oblivion lie (Dumb are their fountains and their channels dry), Yet run for ever by the Muse's skill, And in the smooth description murmur still.
Seite 8 - Tis the sporting little filly-folly which carries you out for the present hour — a maggot, a butterfly, a picture, a fiddlestick — an uncle Toby's siege — or an any thing, which a man makes a shift to get a-stride on, to canter it away from the cares and solicitudes of life...
Seite 103 - ... about to hang him : but upon intercession, contented himself with putting him in irons, and embarking him on board ship to send him to Hispaniola. He contrived to rid himself of his fetters, and while the crew were asleep, got overboard, and trusted himself upon a log of wood, for he could not swim : it was ebb tide, and he was carried a league out from the ship; the flow drove him upon...