The Literary magnet of the belles lettres, science, and the fine arts, ed. by Tobias Merton. Vol.1 - new ser., vol.[2. Vol.2 of the new ser. wants all after p.192]., Zväzok 2Tobias Merton (pseud) 1824 |
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... CHARACTER AND STYLE OF BEPPO . THIS poem has been regarded with a more favourable eye than , perhaps , its intrinsic merit is deserving of , from the circumstance of its being the first attempt of the author in that playful and ...
... CHARACTER AND STYLE OF BEPPO . THIS poem has been regarded with a more favourable eye than , perhaps , its intrinsic merit is deserving of , from the circumstance of its being the first attempt of the author in that playful and ...
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... CHARACTER AND STYLE OF BEPPO . THIS poem has been regarded with a more favourable eye than , perhaps , its intrinsic merit is deserving of , from the circumstance of its being the first attempt of the author in that playful and ...
... CHARACTER AND STYLE OF BEPPO . THIS poem has been regarded with a more favourable eye than , perhaps , its intrinsic merit is deserving of , from the circumstance of its being the first attempt of the author in that playful and ...
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... character is simplicity , quite different , as we all know , from the usual French taste ; and , therefore , its success is more surprising . story is founded in the times of the French Revolution . The heroine , Ourika , is a negress ...
... character is simplicity , quite different , as we all know , from the usual French taste ; and , therefore , its success is more surprising . story is founded in the times of the French Revolution . The heroine , Ourika , is a negress ...
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... character in much respect . Well , it was about last Christmas that Mrs. B. determined on giving a grand route ; and it was privately circulated that Sir Peter Nicholson was to be there . Rumour also spread abroad that the Russian ambas ...
... character in much respect . Well , it was about last Christmas that Mrs. B. determined on giving a grand route ; and it was privately circulated that Sir Peter Nicholson was to be there . Rumour also spread abroad that the Russian ambas ...
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... character : " The springs of life are falling one by one , And age , with quicken'd step , is drawing nigh ; Yet would I leave no discontented sigh , Since cause for cold ingratitude is none . If slower through my veins life's tide may ...
... character : " The springs of life are falling one by one , And age , with quicken'd step , is drawing nigh ; Yet would I leave no discontented sigh , Since cause for cold ingratitude is none . If slower through my veins life's tide may ...
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Strana 229 - This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction ; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring . Sounds sweet as if a Sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved. It is the hush of night...
Strana 229 - Jura, whose capt heights appear Precipitously steep; and drawing near, There breathes a living fragrance from the shore, Of flowers yet fresh with childhood; on the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar, Or chirps the grasshopper one good-night carol more; He is an evening reveller, who makes His life an infancy, and sings his fill; At intervals, some bird from out the brakes Starts into voice a moment, then is still.
Strana 156 - Adieu, adieu ! my native shore Fades o'er the waters blue ; The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar, And shrieks the wild sea-mew. Yon sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight: Farewell awhile to him and thee, My native Land— Good Night!
Strana 249 - Rip looked, and beheld a precise counterpart of himself, as he went up the mountain ; apparently as lazy, and certainly as ragged. The poor fellow was now completely confounded. He doubted his own identity, and whether he was himself or another man. Ill the midst of his bewilderment, the man in the cocked hat demanded who he was, and what was his name ? "God knows...
Strana 43 - She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking — Ah! little they think, who delight in her strains, How the heart of the minstrel is breaking!
Strana 250 - The name of the child, the air of the mother, the tone of her voice, all awakened a train of recollections in his mind. "What is your name, my good woman?
Strana 31 - AH ! who can tell how hard it is to climb The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar; Ah! who can tell how many a soul sublime Has felt the influence of malignant star, And waged with Fortune an eternal war; Check'd by the scoff of Pride, by Envy's frown, And Poverty's unconquerable bar, In life's low vale remote has pined alone, Then dropt into the grave, unpitied and unknown...
Strana 89 - To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart, To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold, Live o'er each scene, and be what they behold...
Strana 247 - My native country was full of youthful promise ; Europe was rich in the accumulated treasures of age. Her very ruins told the history of times gone by, and every mouldering stone was a chronicle. I longed to wander over the scenes of renowned achievement — to tread, as it were, in the footsteps of antiquity — to loiter about the ruined castle — to meditate on the falling tower — to escape, in short, from the commonplace realities of the present, and lose myself among the shadowy grandeurs...
Strana 183 - A goodly portly man, i' faith, and a corpulent ; of a cheerful look, a pleasing eye, and a most noble carriage...