Select Reviews, and Spirit of the Foreign Magazines, Svazek 2Enos Bronson Hopkins and Earle, 1809 |
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... Lights , Fragments in Prose and Verse . By a young Lady , lately deceased , Historical Account of the Campaign of Buonaparte in Italy , The Wedding among the Flowers , An Essay on Light Reading . 173 83 91 96 98 106 110 13 114 SPIRIT OF ...
... Lights , Fragments in Prose and Verse . By a young Lady , lately deceased , Historical Account of the Campaign of Buonaparte in Italy , The Wedding among the Flowers , An Essay on Light Reading . 173 83 91 96 98 106 110 13 114 SPIRIT OF ...
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... light . It is true the worthy knight eats no meat himself , since he eat up the heifer ; but is that a reason why he should be unmindful of those that do ? But as humanity is the brightest jewel in a lady's tiara , it grieves me to be ...
... light . It is true the worthy knight eats no meat himself , since he eat up the heifer ; but is that a reason why he should be unmindful of those that do ? But as humanity is the brightest jewel in a lady's tiara , it grieves me to be ...
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... lights , wi ' hissing eerie din ; him : Athort the lift they start and shift , Death comes ; wi ' fearless eye he sees Like fortune's favours , tint as win . 9 a ; 1 a wave ; dain ; comWi bluidy hand a. him ; ment , though we might weep ...
... lights , wi ' hissing eerie din ; him : Athort the lift they start and shift , Death comes ; wi ' fearless eye he sees Like fortune's favours , tint as win . 9 a ; 1 a wave ; dain ; comWi bluidy hand a. him ; ment , though we might weep ...
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... lights and the benefits of these gene" A pair o'gloves he gave to me , rous and humanizing pursuits , are And silken snoods he gave me twa ; by no means confined to those whom And I will wear them for his sake , leisure and affluence ...
... lights and the benefits of these gene" A pair o'gloves he gave to me , rous and humanizing pursuits , are And silken snoods he gave me twa ; by no means confined to those whom And I will wear them for his sake , leisure and affluence ...
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... light ..... The whistling of the wind , the of her speedy death . Her father , she tumultuous roar of the waters , menacing understood , would follow after a short and the profound darkness , rendered thunder rolling unceasingly at a ...
... light ..... The whistling of the wind , the of her speedy death . Her father , she tumultuous roar of the waters , menacing understood , would follow after a short and the profound darkness , rendered thunder rolling unceasingly at a ...
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Strana 195 - The meek intelligence of those dear eyes (Blest be the art that can immortalize, The art that baffles Time's tyrannic claim To quench it) here shines on me still the same.
Strana 169 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Strana 195 - RECEIPT OF MY MOTHER'S PICTURE OUT OF NORFOLK, THE GIFT OF MY COUSIN, ANN BODHAM. OH that those lips had language ! Life has passed With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, 'Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away!
Strana viii - I' the presence He would say untruths; .and be ever double, Both in his words and meaning : He was never, But where he meant to ruin, pitiful...
Strana 170 - In the day-time they had the range of a hall, and at night retired each to his own bed, never intruding into that of another. Puss grew presently familiar, would leap into my lap, raise himself upon his hinder feet, and bite the hair from my temples.
Strana 231 - But hark, the trump ! — to-morrow thou In glory's fires shalt dry thy tears : Ev'n from the land of shadows now My father's awful ghost appears Amidst the clouds that round us roll ; He bids my soul for battle thirst, He bids me dry the last — the first — The only tears that ever burst From Outalissi's soul ; Because I may not stain with grief The death-song of an Indian chief.
Strana 94 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Strana 231 - And by my side, in battle true, A thousand warriors drew the shaft? Ah ! there in desolation cold The desert serpent dwells alone, Where grass o'ergrows each mouldering bone, And stones themselves to ruin grown, Like me, are death-like old : Then seek we not their camp — for there The silence dwells of my despair.
Strana 18 - Their groves o' sweet myrtle let foreign lands reckon, Where bright-beaming summers exalt the perfume ; Far dearer to me yon lone glen o' green breckan, Wi' the burn stealing under the lang yellow broom. Far dearer to me are yon humble broom bowers, Where the bluebell and gowan lurk lowly unseen : For there, lightly tripping amang the wild flowers, A-listening the linnet, aft wanders my Jean. Tho...
Strana 14 - I have some favourite flowers in spring, among which are the mountain-daisy, the hare-bell, the fox-glove, the wild brier-rose, the budding birch, and the hoary hawthorn, that I view and hang over with particular delight.