Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, Volym 14John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell Leavitt, Throw and Company, 1848 |
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... heart - they are dragged hither temple in which he has preserved the hid- and thither by their passions - they cannot den treasures of his genius , are strewed with live without sympathy - and even hatred is the fairest and the ...
... heart - they are dragged hither temple in which he has preserved the hid- and thither by their passions - they cannot den treasures of his genius , are strewed with live without sympathy - and even hatred is the fairest and the ...
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... hearts . We so perfectly natural , often so childlike in are astonished , not at meeting with new and their ... heart of Goethe the man . come so thoroughly acquainted with every shade of womanly feeling in general , but also to ...
... hearts . We so perfectly natural , often so childlike in are astonished , not at meeting with new and their ... heart of Goethe the man . come so thoroughly acquainted with every shade of womanly feeling in general , but also to ...
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... heart , when she is first pre- sented to us , at once secures our affections He frequently refers afterwards , in the Queen " of Tennyson , with something more and our sympathies . She is the " May same pleasing and natural way , to ...
... heart , when she is first pre- sented to us , at once secures our affections He frequently refers afterwards , in the Queen " of Tennyson , with something more and our sympathies . She is the " May same pleasing and natural way , to ...
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... heart now doth flutter , Thou canst know , and thou alone . To thee I ever go , Woe ! woe ! woe ! woe ! My heart is rent in twain . When I would my matins keep , I must weep , and weep , and weep ; My head will burst with pain . My ...
... heart now doth flutter , Thou canst know , and thou alone . To thee I ever go , Woe ! woe ! woe ! woe ! My heart is rent in twain . When I would my matins keep , I must weep , and weep , and weep ; My head will burst with pain . My ...
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... heart of the elder , as she herself informed him , was up your lessons ? " free . An old fortune - teller having made | her appearance one evening , the girls en- She then explained to him that on the gaged her to tell their fortunes ...
... heart of the elder , as she herself informed him , was up your lessons ? " free . An old fortune - teller having made | her appearance one evening , the girls en- She then explained to him that on the gaged her to tell their fortunes ...
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Sida 413 - Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare ; Bold lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve ; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair ! Ah, happy, happy boughs ! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu...
Sida 412 - Until the poppied warmth of sleep oppress'd Her soothed limbs, and soul fatigued away ; Flown, like a thought, until the morrow-day ; Blissfully haven'd both from joy and pain; Clasp'd like a missal where swart Paynims pray; Blinded alike from sunshine and from rain, As though a rose should shut, and be a bud again.
Sida 520 - My wits begin to turn. Come on, my boy : how dost, my boy ? art cold ? I am cold myself. Where is this straw, my fellow ? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel. Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart That's sorry yet for thee.
Sida 413 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Sida 412 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon ; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint : She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven : Porphyro grew faint : She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Sida 396 - If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Sida 412 - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in seaweed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.
Sida 409 - Homer ruled as his demesne ; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Sida 521 - Lear. Be your tears wet ? yes, faith. I pray, weep not : If you have poison for me I will drink it. I know you do not love me ; for your sisters Have, as I do remember, done me wrong : You have some cause, they have not. Cor. No cause, no cause.
Sida 105 - Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains, They crowned him long ago On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds, With a diadem of snow.