Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, Volumen14John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell Leavitt, Throw and Company, 1848 |
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... eyes knowledge has become worthless from for , in truth , he belonged almost equally to its very familiarity , we are , by a gradual both . With the single exception of his and insensible transition , led to weep over profession , which ...
... eyes knowledge has become worthless from for , in truth , he belonged almost equally to its very familiarity , we are , by a gradual both . With the single exception of his and insensible transition , led to weep over profession , which ...
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... eyes moist . I pressed my face on her hands , and ran away . In my whole life I had never been in such a state of distraction . " It would be altogether out of place to offer any analysis of a character so well known even to purely ...
... eyes moist . I pressed my face on her hands , and ran away . In my whole life I had never been in such a state of distraction . " It would be altogether out of place to offer any analysis of a character so well known even to purely ...
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... eyes , provided only that they had reference to Wolfgang . In pursuing the course of Goethe's early Even dancing was not beneath his notice ; attachments — at least of such as exerted an and Goethe has given us an amusing de- influence ...
... eyes , provided only that they had reference to Wolfgang . In pursuing the course of Goethe's early Even dancing was not beneath his notice ; attachments — at least of such as exerted an and Goethe has given us an amusing de- influence ...
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... eyes ? doubt ) , we add easy and affable manners , I was forced to look on and see it quietly . I sup- which enabled him , in conversation , at all ported it ; but I know how many thousand tears times to avail himself of his ...
... eyes ? doubt ) , we add easy and affable manners , I was forced to look on and see it quietly . I sup- which enabled him , in conversation , at all ported it ; but I know how many thousand tears times to avail himself of his ...
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... eyes , reminds us at every page of gentle sister of Gotz - the tender , womanly , the writings of our own Shakspeare . The Maria von Berlichingen . We know of no Boar's Head tavern in East Cheap is scarcely character , even in the ...
... eyes , reminds us at every page of gentle sister of Gotz - the tender , womanly , the writings of our own Shakspeare . The Maria von Berlichingen . We know of no Boar's Head tavern in East Cheap is scarcely character , even in the ...
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Página 413 - Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare ; Bold lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve ; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair ! Ah, happy, happy boughs ! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu...
Página 412 - Until the poppied warmth of sleep oppress'd Her soothed limbs, and soul fatigued away ; Flown, like a thought, until the morrow-day ; Blissfully haven'd both from joy and pain; Clasp'd like a missal where swart Paynims pray; Blinded alike from sunshine and from rain, As though a rose should shut, and be a bud again.
Página 520 - My wits begin to turn. Come on, my boy : how dost, my boy ? art cold ? I am cold myself. Where is this straw, my fellow ? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel. Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart That's sorry yet for thee.
Página 413 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Página 412 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon ; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint : She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven : Porphyro grew faint : She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Página 396 - If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Página 412 - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in seaweed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.
Página 409 - Homer ruled as his demesne ; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Página 521 - Lear. Be your tears wet ? yes, faith. I pray, weep not : If you have poison for me I will drink it. I know you do not love me ; for your sisters Have, as I do remember, done me wrong : You have some cause, they have not. Cor. No cause, no cause.
Página 105 - Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains, They crowned him long ago On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds, With a diadem of snow.