The Inspector, Literary Magazine and Review, Svazek 2Effingham Wilson, 1827 |
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Strana 32
... lights for me no sparkling eyes , For me no unbought cheers arise , And mine may never be : Ye Saints of Heav'n , for whom I've borne To be abhorr'd --- this cause of scorn Ye might have spar'd to me . There is no time to call my brave ...
... lights for me no sparkling eyes , For me no unbought cheers arise , And mine may never be : Ye Saints of Heav'n , for whom I've borne To be abhorr'd --- this cause of scorn Ye might have spar'd to me . There is no time to call my brave ...
Strana 38
... light of general knowledge , how can it be expected to acquire just notions on the varied and mysterious compounds of good and evil which form the characters of ' men ? Such knowledge cannot possibly be acquired , nor is it even aimed ...
... light of general knowledge , how can it be expected to acquire just notions on the varied and mysterious compounds of good and evil which form the characters of ' men ? Such knowledge cannot possibly be acquired , nor is it even aimed ...
Strana 43
... light and the ear sound , and that the great mass of mankind are mentally incapable of any such combinations or perceptions . There cannot exist more barefaced quackery than such language indicates . Every thing which affords pleasure ...
... light and the ear sound , and that the great mass of mankind are mentally incapable of any such combinations or perceptions . There cannot exist more barefaced quackery than such language indicates . Every thing which affords pleasure ...
Strana 55
... light . More than one - half are procured by the same method that Charles Wright puffs his be - rhymed " Champaigne ” --- by money . A favorable critique is generally obtained by interest or money --- a mangling one is more frequently ...
... light . More than one - half are procured by the same method that Charles Wright puffs his be - rhymed " Champaigne ” --- by money . A favorable critique is generally obtained by interest or money --- a mangling one is more frequently ...
Strana 73
... light , he passed his withered hand before his face like one who endeavours to remember something that has been long forgotten . The youth presented him with the Baron's letter : the Prior opened it , and read in silence . His ...
... light , he passed his withered hand before his face like one who endeavours to remember something that has been long forgotten . The youth presented him with the Baron's letter : the Prior opened it , and read in silence . His ...
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Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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!
Strana 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...
Strana 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...
Strana 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...
Strana 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.