The New Monthly Magazine and Literary Journal

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Henry Colburn and Company, 1825 - English literature

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Page 400 - Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard, and the sea; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free!
Page 346 - Some trust in chariots, and some in horses : but we will remember the name of the LORD our God.
Page 288 - Its space is Heaven ! 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...
Page 427 - 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!
Page 145 - Her lips were red. and one was thin, Compared with that was next her chin, Some bee had stung it newly.
Page 400 - Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted, came; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame; Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear; They shook the depths of the desert gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer.
Page 400 - There were men with hoary hair Amidst that pilgrim band: Why had they come to wither there, Away from their childhood's land? There was a woman's fearless eye, Lit by her deep love's truth; There was manhood's brow serenely high, And the fiery heart of youth. 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!
Page 150 - The deep recesses of the grove he gain'd ; Where, in a plain defended by the wood, Crept through the matted grass a crystal flood, By which an alabaster fountain stood : And on the margin of the fount was laid (Attended by her slaves) a sleeping maid.
Page 388 - Warred on by cranes : though all the giant brood Of Phlegra with the heroic race were joined That fought at Thebes and Ilium, on each side Mixed with auxiliar gods ; and what resounds In fable or romance of Uther's son Begirt with British and Armoric knights...
Page 150 - The fanning wind upon her bosom blows, To meet the fanning wind the bosom rose ; The fanning wind, and purling streams, continue her repose.

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