Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volumen3William Blackwood, 1818 |
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... thine England's eye , came ? Ours is that loss - and thou wert blest to die ! The course of true love never did run smooth . " SHAK . Thou mightst have lived to dark and evil years , 1818 . On the Death of the Princess Charlotte .
... thine England's eye , came ? Ours is that loss - and thou wert blest to die ! The course of true love never did run smooth . " SHAK . Thou mightst have lived to dark and evil years , 1818 . On the Death of the Princess Charlotte .
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Thou mightst have lived to dark and evil years , To mourn thy people changed , thy skies o'ercast ; But thy spring - morn was all undimmed by tears , And thou wert lov'd and cherished to the last ! And thy young name , ne'er breathed in ...
Thou mightst have lived to dark and evil years , To mourn thy people changed , thy skies o'ercast ; But thy spring - morn was all undimmed by tears , And thou wert lov'd and cherished to the last ! And thy young name , ne'er breathed in ...
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... lived , the sole hope of an old and re- spectable family . T. L. D. FRAGMENT OF AN ESSAY ON TASTE . Supposed to be written by MR WILLIAM COBBETT . * * * * In analyzing literary compositions , we ought always to attend to the differ ...
... lived , the sole hope of an old and re- spectable family . T. L. D. FRAGMENT OF AN ESSAY ON TASTE . Supposed to be written by MR WILLIAM COBBETT . * * * * In analyzing literary compositions , we ought always to attend to the differ ...
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... lived the Cottage - Fairy ? The maid replied , She loves to tarry Oftimes beside our very hearth , And joins in little Children's mirth When they are gladly innocent ; And sometimes beneath the leafy Tent , That murmurs round our ...
... lived the Cottage - Fairy ? The maid replied , She loves to tarry Oftimes beside our very hearth , And joins in little Children's mirth When they are gladly innocent ; And sometimes beneath the leafy Tent , That murmurs round our ...
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... lived on that melody , In a moment all as death was still : Then , like an echo in a Hill Far off one melancholy strain ! Too heavenly pure to rise again , - And all alone the dreamer stood Beside the disenchanted flood , That rolled ...
... lived on that melody , In a moment all as death was still : Then , like an echo in a Hill Far off one melancholy strain ! Too heavenly pure to rise again , - And all alone the dreamer stood Beside the disenchanted flood , That rolled ...
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Página 224 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee and arbiter of war,— These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar.
Página 219 - I STOOD in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs ; A palace and a prison on each hand : I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
Página 224 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed, in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; boundless, endless, and sublime, The image of Eternity, the throne Of the invisible,— even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Página 389 - In meekness instructing those that oppose themselves; if God peradventure will give them repentance to the acknowledging of the truth; 26.
Página 328 - Archangel ; but his face Deep scars of thunder had intrenched, and care Sat on his faded cheek ; but under brows Of dauntless courage, and considerate pride Waiting revenge. Cruel his eye, but cast Signs of remorse and passion, to behold The fellows of his crime, the followers rather (Far other once beheld in bliss), condemned For ever now to have their lot in pain...
Página 522 - Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing A flowery band to bind us to the earth...
Página 224 - His steps are not upon thy paths — thy fields Are not a spoil for him— thou dost arise And shake him from thee ; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth — there let him lay.
Página 328 - So spake the cherub; and his grave rebuke, Severe in youthful beauty, added grace Invincible: abash'd the devil stood, And felt how awful goodness is, and saw Virtue in her shape how lovely; saw, and pined His loss: but chiefly to find here observed His lustre visibly impair'd; yet seem'd Undaunted. If I must contend...
Página 219 - In Venice Tasso's echoes are no more, And silent rows the songless gondolier; Her palaces are crumbling to the shore, And music meets not always now the ear: Those days are gone —- but beauty still is here. States fall, arts fade — but Nature doth not die; Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy!
Página 59 - For books are not absolutely dead things, but do contain a potency of life in them to be as active as that soul was whose progeny they are ; nay, they do preserve as in a vial the purest efficacy and extraction of that living intellect that bred them.