The Literary magnet of the belles lettres, science, and the fine arts, ed. by Tobias Merton. Vol.1 - new ser., vol.[2. Vol.2 of the new ser. wants all after p.192]., Volym 2Tobias Merton (pseud) 1824 |
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... remained shut up in my room whole hours , giving way to them . " The birth of a son completed the measure of Charles's happiness . He came , his heart overflowing with joy , to give me the news , and I recognised in the expression of ...
... remained shut up in my room whole hours , giving way to them . " The birth of a son completed the measure of Charles's happiness . He came , his heart overflowing with joy , to give me the news , and I recognised in the expression of ...
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... remained in bondage ; for the freedom of his satires on the manners of the Delphians offended them so higlily , that , in order to dispatch him , they accused him of having stolen a sacred vessel belonging to the temple of Apollo ; and ...
... remained in bondage ; for the freedom of his satires on the manners of the Delphians offended them so higlily , that , in order to dispatch him , they accused him of having stolen a sacred vessel belonging to the temple of Apollo ; and ...
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... remained a facetious man , and enjoyed to dwell upon the freaks and adventures of his former condition , some of which bordered upon that species of wit which is termed roguery . When he was a cordelier , he borrowed money of one Father ...
... remained a facetious man , and enjoyed to dwell upon the freaks and adventures of his former condition , some of which bordered upon that species of wit which is termed roguery . When he was a cordelier , he borrowed money of one Father ...
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... remained there , with his head bowed in his hands , upon its edge . Low , deep groans struggled from him at intervals - and the cold sweat was clammy on his brow . At length they came to fasten down the coffin . I wanted him to go with ...
... remained there , with his head bowed in his hands , upon its edge . Low , deep groans struggled from him at intervals - and the cold sweat was clammy on his brow . At length they came to fasten down the coffin . I wanted him to go with ...
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... remained of his child . It appeared that the story of the tenant of that silent spot , was well known for the villager , as he returned to his cottage from the day's labour , when passing him , who wept there in the sadness of an almost ...
... remained of his child . It appeared that the story of the tenant of that silent spot , was well known for the villager , as he returned to his cottage from the day's labour , when passing him , who wept there in the sadness of an almost ...
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The Literary magnet of the belles lettres, science, and the fine ..., Volym 1 Tobias Merton (pseud) Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1824 |
The Literary magnet of the belles lettres, science, and the fine ..., Volym 1–2 Tobias Merton (pseud) Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1826 |
The Literary magnet of the belles lettres, science, and the fine ..., Volym 3 Tobias Merton (pseud) Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1825 |
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Sida 229 - This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction ; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring . Sounds sweet as if a Sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved. It is the hush of night...
Sida 229 - Jura, whose capt heights appear Precipitously steep; and drawing near, There breathes a living fragrance from the shore, Of flowers yet fresh with childhood; on the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar, Or chirps the grasshopper one good-night carol more; He is an evening reveller, who makes His life an infancy, and sings his fill; At intervals, some bird from out the brakes Starts into voice a moment, then is still.
Sida 156 - Adieu, adieu ! my native shore Fades o'er the waters blue ; The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar, And shrieks the wild sea-mew. Yon sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight: Farewell awhile to him and thee, My native Land— Good Night!
Sida 249 - Rip looked, and beheld a precise counterpart of himself, as he went up the mountain ; apparently as lazy, and certainly as ragged. The poor fellow was now completely confounded. He doubted his own identity, and whether he was himself or another man. Ill the midst of his bewilderment, the man in the cocked hat demanded who he was, and what was his name ? "God knows...
Sida 43 - She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking — Ah! little they think, who delight in her strains, How the heart of the minstrel is breaking!
Sida 250 - The name of the child, the air of the mother, the tone of her voice, all awakened a train of recollections in his mind. "What is your name, my good woman?
Sida 31 - AH ! who can tell how hard it is to climb The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar; Ah! who can tell how many a soul sublime Has felt the influence of malignant star, And waged with Fortune an eternal war; Check'd by the scoff of Pride, by Envy's frown, And Poverty's unconquerable bar, In life's low vale remote has pined alone, Then dropt into the grave, unpitied and unknown...
Sida 89 - To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart, To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold, Live o'er each scene, and be what they behold...
Sida 247 - My native country was full of youthful promise ; Europe was rich in the accumulated treasures of age. Her very ruins told the history of times gone by, and every mouldering stone was a chronicle. I longed to wander over the scenes of renowned achievement — to tread, as it were, in the footsteps of antiquity — to loiter about the ruined castle — to meditate on the falling tower — to escape, in short, from the commonplace realities of the present, and lose myself among the shadowy grandeurs...
Sida 183 - A goodly portly man, i' faith, and a corpulent ; of a cheerful look, a pleasing eye, and a most noble carriage...