The Gentleman's Pocket Magazine; and Album of Literature and Fine ArtsJoseph Robins, no. 3, Bride-Court, Bridge-Street, 1828 - English literature |
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... o'er my heart then blew , The world again a place unknown , and life itself all new , —- And let the grave again return what it hath torn from me , And I have wealth unequalled by the treasures of the sea ! UNCERTAINTY OF LITERARY ...
... o'er my heart then blew , The world again a place unknown , and life itself all new , —- And let the grave again return what it hath torn from me , And I have wealth unequalled by the treasures of the sea ! UNCERTAINTY OF LITERARY ...
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... o'er kirk , and cot , and hall , From its minacious dome , Its subtle chains , contriv'd to awe Proud nations in the form of law . Power on their chainless mountains trod , And sought to interpose Betwixt their spirits and their God ...
... o'er kirk , and cot , and hall , From its minacious dome , Its subtle chains , contriv'd to awe Proud nations in the form of law . Power on their chainless mountains trod , And sought to interpose Betwixt their spirits and their God ...
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... o'er the foam ; Pisani and Doria were seen in their bearing , And still the Italian was master at home . But now must Pisani or Doria's descendant E'en a sigh for his country - dear name - disavow ; In the chains of the German disgrac'd ...
... o'er the foam ; Pisani and Doria were seen in their bearing , And still the Italian was master at home . But now must Pisani or Doria's descendant E'en a sigh for his country - dear name - disavow ; In the chains of the German disgrac'd ...
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... O'er his brow , still wilder , burning . But oh ! what anguish his bosom tore ! How throbbed each pulse of emotion ... o'er the billow , Will vainly embrace as it comes from the west , Every breeze that has swept o'er thy pillow ...
... O'er his brow , still wilder , burning . But oh ! what anguish his bosom tore ! How throbbed each pulse of emotion ... o'er the billow , Will vainly embrace as it comes from the west , Every breeze that has swept o'er thy pillow ...
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... o'er the wave , Where sleep the spirits of the brave . Oh ! never doth thy dreamy ray Seem bright , as when it shines Upon the spot , where freemen lay The relics of their lines ! Let your bowers of wreathed roses →→→→ Naïads of the ...
... o'er the wave , Where sleep the spirits of the brave . Oh ! never doth thy dreamy ray Seem bright , as when it shines Upon the spot , where freemen lay The relics of their lines ! Let your bowers of wreathed roses →→→→ Naïads of the ...
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Alice Anacreon appearance arms Ashridge baldric beauty blessed blood bosom bright brow called Catalina child clouds Coragus countenance cried dark daugh death Dioxippus dreadful Duke of Clarence exclaimed eyes father fear feelings fell gave hand happy hath head heard heart heaven holy honour hope horse hour Jan Sol John John Gunn John Sheares king lady land light Lionel Ford lips live look Lord Fortescue Luke lyre Mick mind monk morning never night nose o'er Osakoi passed pennon poor Prince Prince John proud replied returned round scene Schiedam seemed Shakspeare sigh smile soon sorrow soul spectre spirit stood stranger Suffolk Svetlana sword tears thee thine thing thou art thought threw tion took Tordenskiold turn Vicar of Bray village voice wife wild wind Xenocrates young youth
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Page 276 - Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum, Delivering o'er to executors pale The lazy yawning drone.
Page 276 - Therefore doth heaven divide The state of man in divers functions, Setting endeavour in continual motion ; To which is fixed, as an aim or butt, Obedience : for so work the honey-bees, Creatures that by a rule in nature teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom.
Page 51 - THOU hast left them to their own. But, present still, though now unseen ; When brightly shines the prosperous day, Be thoughts of THEE a cloudy screen To temper the deceitful ray. And oh, when stoops on Judah's path In shade and storm the frequent night, Be THOU long-suffering, slow to wrath, A burning, and a shining light. Our...
Page 51 - But, present still, though now unseen, When brightly shines the prosperous day, Be thoughts of Thee a cloudy screen, To temper the deceitful ray. And oh, when stoops on Judah's path In shade and storm the frequent night, Be Thou, long-suffering, slow to wrath, A burning and a shining light.
Page 276 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds; Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor...
Page 382 - In health, in sickness, thus the suppliant prays; Hides from himself his state, and shuns to know, That life protracted is protracted woe. Time hovers o'er, impatient to destroy, And shuts up all the passages of joy: In vain their gifts the bounteous seasons pour, The fruit autumnal, and the vernal flow'r...
Page 275 - With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part; the sixth age shifts Into the lean and...
Page 237 - By heaven, methinks, it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon; Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks ; So he, that doth redeem her thence, might wear, Without corrival, all her dignities : But out upon this half-faced fellowship ! Wor.
Page 51 - With priest's and warrior's voice between. No portents now our foes amaze — Forsaken Israel wanders lone ; Our fathers would not know Thy ways, And Thou hast left them to their own.
Page 283 - Not so neither ! for if I changed my religion, I am sure I kept true to my principle; which is, to live and die the vicar of Bray!