Boston Miscellany, Том 2Bradbury, Soden & Company, 1842 |
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... Happy Valley in Rasselas , is the country residence or sitio , as it is called , - of the kings of Spain , at the village of Aranjuez , about twenty miles south of Madrid . It is situ- ated in a valley surrounded by low hills , on a ...
... Happy Valley in Rasselas , is the country residence or sitio , as it is called , - of the kings of Spain , at the village of Aranjuez , about twenty miles south of Madrid . It is situ- ated in a valley surrounded by low hills , on a ...
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... happy return of the king to his kingdom and his capital , from his two captivities in France and at Cadiz . On these occasions , all persons of either sex who have been presented at court , are expected to attend , and are permitted to ...
... happy return of the king to his kingdom and his capital , from his two captivities in France and at Cadiz . On these occasions , all persons of either sex who have been presented at court , are expected to attend , and are permitted to ...
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... happy coalition of circumstances , all working of refuge for the various ex - governors of the States , who have lost rank and caste as politicians , and who have come here to pass the fag - end of their days at a distance from whatever ...
... happy coalition of circumstances , all working of refuge for the various ex - governors of the States , who have lost rank and caste as politicians , and who have come here to pass the fag - end of their days at a distance from whatever ...
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... happy thought Mr. Bradford Jones admits visitors to his gardens , free : whereas such as penetrate the mysteries of his saloon are mulcted in a small tribute . Now as the chief glory of the saloon are its big drum , its pandean pipes ...
... happy thought Mr. Bradford Jones admits visitors to his gardens , free : whereas such as penetrate the mysteries of his saloon are mulcted in a small tribute . Now as the chief glory of the saloon are its big drum , its pandean pipes ...
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... happy turn of coquetry : Yet ne'er so sure our passion to create , As when she touched the brink of all we hate . Such is the picture presented to us in the life of Mrs. Inchbald . We can have no more delightful literary study than in ...
... happy turn of coquetry : Yet ne'er so sure our passion to create , As when she touched the brink of all we hate . Such is the picture presented to us in the life of Mrs. Inchbald . We can have no more delightful literary study than in ...
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Стр. 152 - MILTON ! thou shouldst be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Стр. 103 - Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall out-live this powerful rhyme ; But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time. When wasteful war shall statues overturn, And broils root out the work of masonry, Nor Mars his sword, nor war's quick fire shall burn The living record of your memory. 'Gainst death and...
Стр. 195 - THERE is no God,' the foolish saith, — ' But none, ' There is no sorrow ; ' And nature oft, the cry of faith, In bitter need will borrow : Eyes, which the preacher could not school, By wayside graves are raised ; And lips say, ' God be pitiful,' Who ne'er said,
Стр. 45 - Is it a party in a parlour, Crammed just as they on earth were crammed, Some sipping punch — some sipping tea, But, as you by their faces see, All silent, and all damned ! Peter Bell, by W.
Стр. 105 - CAPTAIN or colonel, or knight in arms, Whose chance on these defenceless doors may seize, If deed of honour did thee ever please, Guard them, and him within protect from harms. He can requite thee, for he knows the charms That call fame on such gentle acts as these, And he can spread thy name o'er lands and seas, Whatever clime the sun's bright circle warms. Lift not thy spear against the Muses...
Стр. 283 - Theirs is yon House that holds the Parish Poor, Whose walls of mud scarce bear the broken door ; There, where the putrid vapours, flagging, play, And the dull wheel hums doleful through the day ; — There Children dwell who know no Parents' care ; Parents, who know no Children's love, dwell there!
Стр. 64 - Fountain heads, and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves ! Moonlight walks, when all the fowls Are warmly housed, save bats and owls ! A midnight bell, a parting groan ! These are the sounds we feed upon ; Then stretch our bones in a still gloomy valley, Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.
Стр. 152 - A TROUBLE, not of clouds, or weeping rain, Nor of the setting sun's pathetic light Engendered, hangs o'er Eildon's triple height : Spirits of Power, assembled there, complain For kindred Power departing from their sight ; While Tweed, best pleased in chanting a blithe strain, Saddens his voice again, and yet again. Lift up your hearts, ye Mourners ! for the might Of the whole world's good wishes with him goes ; Blessings and prayers, in nobler retinue Than sceptred king or laurelled conqueror knows...
Стр. 152 - France, tis strange, Hath brought forth no such souls as we had then. Perpetual emptiness! unceasing change! No single volume paramount, no code, No master spirit, no determined road; But equally a want of books and men!
Стр. 108 - And entering into the sepulchre, they saw a young man sitting on the right side, clothed in a long white garment; and they were affrighted.