New Monthly Magazine, and Universal Register, Volume 10Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth Henry Colburn, 1824 |
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... Hour of Death 60 .. My Uncle : a Portrait 61 The Fall of Granada , or the Massacre of the Abencerrages 66 The Spirits of the Age No. I. 68 , II . 187 , III . 246 , IV . 297 Castle - Builders The last Look of Granada Last Year 77 83 85 ...
... Hour of Death 60 .. My Uncle : a Portrait 61 The Fall of Granada , or the Massacre of the Abencerrages 66 The Spirits of the Age No. I. 68 , II . 187 , III . 246 , IV . 297 Castle - Builders The last Look of Granada Last Year 77 83 85 ...
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... hour- So far , that forked Mythen's echoes rung- In former days , by midnight unappall'd , The gallant Schweitzer launch'd his silent bark With muffled oar - and they of Unterwald , And Uri's men - sought , guiding through the dark ...
... hour- So far , that forked Mythen's echoes rung- In former days , by midnight unappall'd , The gallant Schweitzer launch'd his silent bark With muffled oar - and they of Unterwald , And Uri's men - sought , guiding through the dark ...
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... , that , as a reward , he sat down quite still for half an hour , during which the model was completed . + See M. de Rocca s account of the War in Spain . abode -the tomb itself - of one like Voltaire find Ferney . 21.
... , that , as a reward , he sat down quite still for half an hour , during which the model was completed . + See M. de Rocca s account of the War in Spain . abode -the tomb itself - of one like Voltaire find Ferney . 21.
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... hour's delay . " Thy course was mark'd , dark closing year , By many a sigh and bitter tear , By promised joys too long delay'd , By hopes that only bloom'd to fade , By all that steals the cheek's warm glow , And wrings the heart with ...
... hour's delay . " Thy course was mark'd , dark closing year , By many a sigh and bitter tear , By promised joys too long delay'd , By hopes that only bloom'd to fade , By all that steals the cheek's warm glow , And wrings the heart with ...
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... hours with persons stationed at the distance of a whole Continent ; and by the magic of writing we can not only conjure up a portrait of the minds of the ancients , by referring to their works , ( so much more interesting than any copy ...
... hours with persons stationed at the distance of a whole Continent ; and by the magic of writing we can not only conjure up a portrait of the minds of the ancients , by referring to their works , ( so much more interesting than any copy ...
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Page 60 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath. And stars to set — but all — Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death ! THE LOST PLEIAD.
Page 178 - Duncan is in his grave; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing Can touch him further.
Page 264 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon! daffodils That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength...
Page 85 - Would I were dead! if God's good will were so: For what is in this world but grief and woe ? O God ! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain : To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point...
Page 32 - E'en now, where Alpine solitudes ascend, I sit me down a pensive hour to spend ; And placed on high above the storm's career, Look downward where an hundred realms appear ; Lakes, forests, cities, plains extending wide, The pomp of kings, the shepherd's humbler pride.
Page 485 - Out of every corner of the woods and glens they came creeping forth upon their hands, for their legs could not bear them; they looked like anatomies of death ; they spake like ghosts crying out of their graves...
Page 420 - Me, of these Nor skill'd nor studious, higher argument "Remains ; sufficient of itself to raise That name, unless an age too late, or cold Climate, or years damp my intended wing Depress'd ; and much they may, if all be mine, Not hers, who brings it nightly to my ear.
Page 383 - Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state: From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer being here below? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
Page 60 - Death ! Day is for mortal care, Eve, for glad meetings round the joyous hearth, Night, for the dreams of sleep, the voice of prayer ; But all for thee, thou mightiest of the earth ! The banquet hath its hour, Its feverish hour of mirth, and song, and wine; There comes a day for griefs o'erwhelming power, A time for softer tears...
Page 319 - If stately passions in me burn, And one chance look to thee should turn, I drink out of an humbler urn A lowlier pleasure — The homely sympathy that heeds The common life our nature breeds, A wisdom fitted to the needs Of hearts at leisure.