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]., Volumen2Tobias Merton (pseud) 1824 |
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... readers ! How it refreshes our own soul ! We had once felt the frost of age slightly obstructing the genial current in our veins ; but the sentence which we have just put to paper is like the first sun of a new summer we are all over in ...
... readers ! How it refreshes our own soul ! We had once felt the frost of age slightly obstructing the genial current in our veins ; but the sentence which we have just put to paper is like the first sun of a new summer we are all over in ...
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Tobias Merton (pseud). Rock of Colean , on the , 144 Romance Reading , 821 Ronald Stuart , a tradition of the isles , 184 Rosalie , the girl of Venice , a tale , 49 Rose , the , a poem , 71 ROUND TABLE , members of , 209 meeting of , 332 ...
Tobias Merton (pseud). Rock of Colean , on the , 144 Romance Reading , 821 Ronald Stuart , a tradition of the isles , 184 Rosalie , the girl of Venice , a tale , 49 Rose , the , a poem , 71 ROUND TABLE , members of , 209 meeting of , 332 ...
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... readers , yet , for the sake of the accompanying embellishment , we will refresh their me- mories with its chief incident . Giuseppe , or , for the sake of bre- vity , Beppo , a Venetian mariner , has a very handsome wife , whom he ...
... readers , yet , for the sake of the accompanying embellishment , we will refresh their me- mories with its chief incident . Giuseppe , or , for the sake of bre- vity , Beppo , a Venetian mariner , has a very handsome wife , whom he ...
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... readers ! refreshes our own soul ! We had once felt the frost of age slightly obstructing the genial current in our veins ; but the sentence which we have just put to paper is like the first sun of a new summer we are all over in a thaw ...
... readers ! refreshes our own soul ! We had once felt the frost of age slightly obstructing the genial current in our veins ; but the sentence which we have just put to paper is like the first sun of a new summer we are all over in a thaw ...
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Tobias Merton (pseud). Rock of Coleau , on the , 144 Romance Reading , 821 Ronald Stuart , a tradition of the isles , 184 Rosalie , the girl of Venice , a tale , 49 Rose , the , a poem , 71 ROUND TABLE , members of , 209 meeting of , 332 ...
Tobias Merton (pseud). Rock of Coleau , on the , 144 Romance Reading , 821 Ronald Stuart , a tradition of the isles , 184 Rosalie , the girl of Venice , a tale , 49 Rose , the , a poem , 71 ROUND TABLE , members of , 209 meeting of , 332 ...
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Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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...
Página 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!
Página 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?
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 183 - A goodly portly man, i' faith, and a corpulent ; of a cheerful look, a pleasing eye, and a most noble carriage...