Ladies' Magazine, Том 1Putnam & Hunt, 1828 |
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... thee ; My vow shall ne'er be broken ; - I pledged thee then this faithful heart , And said , though fate should sever , And friends deny , and hope depart , My heart was thine for ever . Nay , plead not , love , it must be so ; My ...
... thee ; My vow shall ne'er be broken ; - I pledged thee then this faithful heart , And said , though fate should sever , And friends deny , and hope depart , My heart was thine for ever . Nay , plead not , love , it must be so ; My ...
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... thee- I will not err so blindly , As deem her cruelly inclined , That thus apart she tore us- O , no - to her prophetic mind , A storm of grief was o'er us . Then fare thee well - I bow me down , And trust the grace of heaven ...
... thee- I will not err so blindly , As deem her cruelly inclined , That thus apart she tore us- O , no - to her prophetic mind , A storm of grief was o'er us . Then fare thee well - I bow me down , And trust the grace of heaven ...
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... thee with a parent's love , Fondly to watch thy cherub form , To guard thee from the darkling storm , And fold thee in affection's arms , Safe from adversity's alarms ; To bid the " genial current " flow , Fervent with youth's ingenuous ...
... thee with a parent's love , Fondly to watch thy cherub form , To guard thee from the darkling storm , And fold thee in affection's arms , Safe from adversity's alarms ; To bid the " genial current " flow , Fervent with youth's ingenuous ...
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... thee , thou ruined pile , Torn by Ambition , and relentless Time , And seen the mantling ivy up thy turrets climb , Hiding the sculptor's skill ; sad thoughts the while Would crowd around my heart , and ever bring Visions of the past ...
... thee , thou ruined pile , Torn by Ambition , and relentless Time , And seen the mantling ivy up thy turrets climb , Hiding the sculptor's skill ; sad thoughts the while Would crowd around my heart , and ever bring Visions of the past ...
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... thee thrown , Had climbed the hill alone . And there I saw thee wandering , What time the skylark rose , Watching intent his upward wing ; And as the woodland choir awoke , Awhile its music listening , Its wild uncertain close ; 68 ...
... thee thrown , Had climbed the hill alone . And there I saw thee wandering , What time the skylark rose , Watching intent his upward wing ; And as the woodland choir awoke , Awhile its music listening , Its wild uncertain close ; 68 ...
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Стр. 411 - O'er Gunga's mimic sea ! I miss thee at the dawning gray, When, on our deck reclined, In careless ease my limbs I lay And woo the cooler wind. I miss thee when by Gunga's stream My twilight steps I guide, But most beneath the lamp's pale beam I miss thee from my side.
Стр. 328 - O'er other creatures: yet, when I approach Her loveliness, so absolute she seems, And in herself complete, so well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best. All higher knowledge in her presence falls Degraded : wisdom in discourse with her Loses, discountenanced, and like folly shows...
Стр. 369 - Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence : Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality. And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy ; They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts, They take a weight from off our waking toils, They do divide our being...
Стр. 459 - WHAT is that, Mother ? The lark, my child ! The morn has but just looked out, and smiled ; When he starts, from his humble, grassy nest, And is up and away, with the dew on his breast, And a hymn in his heart, to yon pure, bright sphere, To warble it out, in his Maker's ear : Ever my child, be thy morn's first lays, Tuned,' like the lark's, to thy Maker's praise. What is that, Mother...
Стр. 194 - ... durable, because more natural, and which, according to the different views in which we survey her, is capable either of exalting beyond measure, or diminishing the lustre of her character. This prejudice is founded on the consideration of her sex. When we contemplate...
Стр. 50 - And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
Стр. 460 - What is that, mother ? The swan, my love. — He is floating down from his native grove, No loved one now, no nestling nigh ; He is floating down by himself to die ; Death darkens his eye, and unplumes his wings, Yet the sweetest song is the last he sings. Live so, my love, that when Death shall come, Swan-like and sweet, it may waft thee home.
Стр. 50 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh ! night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong ; Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along From peak to peak the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud ! And this is in the night.
Стр. 150 - It yearns me not if men my garments wear; Such outward things dwell not in my desires: But if it be a sin to covet honor, I am the most offending soul alive.