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]., Volumen1Tobias Merton (pseud) 1824 |
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... sweet , Love sweeter still : Who would forego a smile , a tear , One generous hope , one chastening ill ? Home , kindred , country ! -these are ties Might keep an angel from the skies . But these have angels never known , Unvex'd ...
... sweet , Love sweeter still : Who would forego a smile , a tear , One generous hope , one chastening ill ? Home , kindred , country ! -these are ties Might keep an angel from the skies . But these have angels never known , Unvex'd ...
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... sweet rose , till planted there , Thy beauty never was outgrac'd . Her bosom warm'd ; its heaving throes So modestly did she conceal ; That to have been the rivall'd rose , I would have given half my weal , The rose's envy could not ...
... sweet rose , till planted there , Thy beauty never was outgrac'd . Her bosom warm'd ; its heaving throes So modestly did she conceal ; That to have been the rivall'd rose , I would have given half my weal , The rose's envy could not ...
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... sweet strain the joys of home . No more shall sylvan maid Her ringlets braid , Like morning's golden clouds to meet thine eye ; Or with enamoured cheek Her growing passion speak , Or downcast modest look , or chastened sigh . Nor shall ...
... sweet strain the joys of home . No more shall sylvan maid Her ringlets braid , Like morning's golden clouds to meet thine eye ; Or with enamoured cheek Her growing passion speak , Or downcast modest look , or chastened sigh . Nor shall ...
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... sweet , and free , And , in its cadenc'd flow , re - echo with thy praise . Farewell , loved bard ! farewell : I may not tell How thou dost govern still thy Orpheus ' breast ; But every solemn year . The Gods permit me here , My songs ...
... sweet , and free , And , in its cadenc'd flow , re - echo with thy praise . Farewell , loved bard ! farewell : I may not tell How thou dost govern still thy Orpheus ' breast ; But every solemn year . The Gods permit me here , My songs ...
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... sweet and melancholy strain echoed from within the damp arches , and shook the stillness of the desolate garden , Here , then , she was , and it was to find her he had come thither ; yet now a certain strange , mysterious , fearfulness ...
... sweet and melancholy strain echoed from within the damp arches , and shook the stillness of the desolate garden , Here , then , she was , and it was to find her he had come thither ; yet now a certain strange , mysterious , fearfulness ...
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Página 73 - Soft hour ! which wakes the wish and melts the heart Of those who sail the seas, on the first day When they from their sweet friends are torn apart; Or fills with love the pilgrim on his way As the far bell of vesper makes him start, Seeming to weep the dying day's decay...
Página 358 - twould boldly trip, And print those roses on my lip. But all its chief delight was still On roses thus itself to fill, And its pure virgin limbs to fold In whitest sheets of lilies cold: Had it lived long, it would have been Lilies without, roses within.
Página 358 - Twas, on those little silver feet! With what a pretty, skipping grace It oft would challenge me the race ! And when 't had left me far away, 'Twould stay, and run again, and stay; For it was nimbler, much, than hinds, And trod as if on the four winds.
Página 32 - Her pranks the favourite theme of every tongue. But now the day was come, the day, the hour; Now, frowning, smiling, for the hundredth...
Página 414 - I will delate you for a warlock to the privy council!' said Sir John. 'I will send you to your master, the devil, with the help of a tar-barrel and a torch ! ' 'I intend to delate mysell to the presbytery,' said Steenie, ' and tell them all I have seen last night, whilk are things fitter for them to judge of than a borrel man like me.
Página 225 - Oh! ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay; I never loved a tree or flower, But 'twas the first to fade away.
Página 28 - Thou sittest at the right hand of God in the glory of the Father. We believe that thou shalt come to be our Judge. We therefore pray thee help thy servants whom thou hast redeemed with thy precious blood.
Página 100 - There scattered oft, the earliest of the year, By hands unseen, are showers of violets found; The redbreast loves to build and warble there, And little footsteps lightly print the ground...
Página 405 - Court, wi' the king's ain sword ; and being a red-hot prelatist, he came down here, rampauging like a lion, with commissions of lieutenancy (and of lunacy, for what I ken), to put down a' the Whigs and Covenanters in the country. Wild wark they made of it ; for the Whigs were as dour as the Cavaliers were fierce, and it was which should first tire the other. Redgauntlet was aye for the strong hand ; and his name is kend as wide in the country as Claverhouse's or Tarn Dalyell's.
Página 416 - Sir John made up his story about the jackanape as he liked himsell; and some believe till this day there was no more in the matter than the filching nature of the brute. Indeed, ye'll no hinder some to threap, that it was nane o...