The New Monthly Magazine, Volumen10E. Littell, 1825 |
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... lip display'd ; And like sweet music which a dreamer wakes At night , when through a cloud the moonlight breaks . So steals her voice upon thy ravish'd ear , And rapture's spell has disenchanted fear . " The angels ' lyres , " she said ...
... lip display'd ; And like sweet music which a dreamer wakes At night , when through a cloud the moonlight breaks . So steals her voice upon thy ravish'd ear , And rapture's spell has disenchanted fear . " The angels ' lyres , " she said ...
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... lips , her bosom , and her brow - now covered it with kisses , now bedewed it with tears , and amid these tokens of the most devoted and humble sympathy , waited a more composed moment to offer her little stock of consolation in such ...
... lips , her bosom , and her brow - now covered it with kisses , now bedewed it with tears , and amid these tokens of the most devoted and humble sympathy , waited a more composed moment to offer her little stock of consolation in such ...
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... lips . " What needs this , Berengaria ? ' said Richard , his head still averted but his hand remaining under her control . " Send away that man - his looks kill me , ' muttered Berengaria . " Begone , sirrah , ' said Richard , still ...
... lips . " What needs this , Berengaria ? ' said Richard , his head still averted but his hand remaining under her control . " Send away that man - his looks kill me , ' muttered Berengaria . " Begone , sirrah , ' said Richard , still ...
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... lips must lie ! Make not the strength of love thy trust , A stronger yet is nigh ! No strain of festal flow That my hand for thee hath tried , But into dirge - notes , wild and low , Its ringing tones have died ! Young art thou , Morna ...
... lips must lie ! Make not the strength of love thy trust , A stronger yet is nigh ! No strain of festal flow That my hand for thee hath tried , But into dirge - notes , wild and low , Its ringing tones have died ! Young art thou , Morna ...
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... lips ! —they gasp'd apart , With their light curve , as from the chisel's art , Still proudly beautiful ! -but that white hue- Was it not death's ? -that stillness - that cold dew On the scarr'd forehead ? -No ! his spirit broke Records ...
... lips ! —they gasp'd apart , With their light curve , as from the chisel's art , Still proudly beautiful ! -but that white hue- Was it not death's ? -that stillness - that cold dew On the scarr'd forehead ? -No ! his spirit broke Records ...
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Página 418 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
Página 445 - The voice, the glance, the heart I sought — give answer, where are they ? If thou wouldst clear thy perjured soul, send life through this cold clay! " Into these glassy eyes put light — be still ! keep down thine ire, Bid these white lips a blessing speak — this earth is not my sire ! Give me back him for whom I strove, for whom my blood was shed,— Thou canst not ? — and a king ! — his dust be mountains on thy head...
Página 548 - The sea, the blue lone sea, hath one, He lies where pearls lie deep, He was the loved of all, yet none O'er his low bed may weep.
Página 298 - Its roof star-pictured Nature's ceiling, Where trancing the rapt spirit's feeling, And God himself to man revealing, The harmonious spheres Make music, though unheard their pealing By mortal ears. Fair stars ! are not your beings pure ? Can sin, can death your worlds obscure ? Else why so swell the thoughts at your Aspect above ? Ye must be Heavens that make us sure Of heavenly love ! And in your harmony sublime ' I 'read the doom of distant time ; That man's regenerate soul from crime Shall yet...
Página 548 - ... where pearls lie deep, He was the loved of all, yet none O'er his low bed may weep. One sleeps where southern vines are drest Above the noble slain; He wrapt his colours round his breast On a blood-red field of Spain.
Página 192 - We have redemption through his blood, even the forgiveness of sins." He passed into the heavens ; and being the brightness of the glory of God, " and the express image of his person, and upholding all things by the word of his power, when he had by himself purged our sins, sat down on the right hand of the Majesty on high ;" and ever liveth to make intercession for us.
Página 557 - And all and each that passed that way Did join in the pursuit. And now the turnpike gates again Flew open in short space; The toll-men thinking as before That Gilpin rode a race. And so he did, and won it too, For he got first to town ; Nor stopped till where he had got up He did again get down. Now let us sing, long live the king...
Página 356 - Some trust in chariots, and some in horses : but we will remember the name of the LORD our God. . 8 They are brought down and fallen : but we are risen, and stand upright.
Página 444 - A lowly knee to earth he bent, his father's hand he took, — What was there in its touch that all his fiery spirit shook? That hand was cold — a frozen thing — it dropped from his like lead: He looked up to the face above — the face was of the dead!
Página 154 - Peut-on s'ennuyer en des lieux Honorés par les pas , éclairés par les yeux D'une aimable et vive princesse , A pied blanc et mignon , à brune et longue tresse? ::Nez troussé , c'est un charme encor selon mon sens , C'en est même un des plus puissants. Pour moi , le temps d'aimer est passé , je l'avoue...