The New Monthly Belle Assemblée, Zväzok 24Joseph Rogerson |
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Strana
... dear a breast to feel one pang for mine . Thus Harold deem'd , as on that lady's eye , He look'd , and met its beam without a thought , Save Admiration glancing harmless by : Love kept aloof , albeit not far remote , Who knew his votary ...
... dear a breast to feel one pang for mine . Thus Harold deem'd , as on that lady's eye , He look'd , and met its beam without a thought , Save Admiration glancing harmless by : Love kept aloof , albeit not far remote , Who knew his votary ...
Strana 8
... dear to her ; and at a time when so much of treachery and insidious policy lurked around her , even in the garb of seeming devotion to her cause , the unwavering fidelity and straightforward conduct of Morales , combined as it was with ...
... dear to her ; and at a time when so much of treachery and insidious policy lurked around her , even in the garb of seeming devotion to her cause , the unwavering fidelity and straightforward conduct of Morales , combined as it was with ...
Strana 12
... dear to a bosom of feeling , Is the pleasure that springs from " affection re- turn'd . " For what is the world , and its beauty around us , The grace of its moonlight , the voice of its streams ; Though the sky with its own living ...
... dear to a bosom of feeling , Is the pleasure that springs from " affection re- turn'd . " For what is the world , and its beauty around us , The grace of its moonlight , the voice of its streams ; Though the sky with its own living ...
Strana 16
... dear one ! So long as it pleases God to spare my life , all that a mother's love can do for thee shall be done ; but , should I die , there is a Providence ever watching over the least of created beings , and it surely will not for ...
... dear one ! So long as it pleases God to spare my life , all that a mother's love can do for thee shall be done ; but , should I die , there is a Providence ever watching over the least of created beings , and it surely will not for ...
Strana 17
... dear mother again , I'll be bound . I must just go and see if that dress is come : at least it will attract her attention for a minute or two . " And off went the good old man , and returned in a few moments , holding a very ele- gant ...
... dear mother again , I'll be bound . I must just go and see if that dress is come : at least it will attract her attention for a minute or two . " And off went the good old man , and returned in a few moments , holding a very ele- gant ...
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Strana 37 - Just for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat — Found the one gift of which fortune bereft us, Lost all the others, she lets us devote ; They, with the gold to give, doled him out silver, So much was theirs who so little allowed : How all our copper had gone for his service ! Rags, — were they purple, his heart had been proud...
Strana 213 - We must not make a scare-crow of the law, ' Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape, till custom make it Their perch, and not their terror.
Strana 37 - We that had loved him so, followed him, honoured him, Lived in his mild and magnificent eye, Learned his great language, caught his clear accents, Made him our pattern to live and to die ! Shakespeare was of us, Milton was for us, Burns, Shelley, were with us, — they watch from their graves ! He alone breaks from the van and the freemen, He alone sinks to the rear and the slaves...
Strana 122 - See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul.
Strana 37 - One more devils'-triumph and sorrow for angels, One wrong more to man, one more insult to God ! Life's night begins : let him never come back to us ! There would be doubt, hesitation and pain, Forced praise on our part — the glimmer of twilight, Never glad confident morning again...
Strana 122 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Strana 271 - For over all there hung a cloud of fear ; A sense of mystery the spirit daunted, And said, as plain as whisper in the ear, The place is haunted...
Strana 126 - Here the self-torturing sophist, wild Rousseau, The apostle of Affliction, he who threw Enchantment over passion, and from woe Wrung overwhelming eloquence, first drew The breath which made him wretched ; yet he knew How to make madness beautiful, and cast O'er erring deeds and thoughts a heavenly hue Of words, like sunbeams, dazzling as they past The eyes, which o'er them shed tears feelingly and fast.
Strana 28 - Who was her father? Who was her mother? Had she a sister? Had she a brother? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet than all other? Alas! for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun ! Oh! it was pitiful! Near a whole city full Home she had none.
Strana 62 - And dazzle not thy deep-blue eyes; but, oh! While gazing on them sterner eyes will gush, And into mine my mother's weakness rush, Soft as the last drops round heaven's airy bow. For, through thy long dark lashes, low depending, The soul of melancholy Gentleness Gleams like a seraph from the sky descending, Above...