The Museum of Foreign Literature, Science, and Art, Том 21Robert Walsh, Eliakim Littell, John Jay Smith E. Littell, 1832 |
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... of Commons , - then again murmuring one of his sweet love- songs , too near the ears of her Highness's maids of honour , -and soon after poring over it is certain , that the first popular works in 12 Life and Times of Lord Burghley .
... of Commons , - then again murmuring one of his sweet love- songs , too near the ears of her Highness's maids of honour , -and soon after poring over it is certain , that the first popular works in 12 Life and Times of Lord Burghley .
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... Sweet are the uses of adversity . The descend- ants of those military oligarchs , whose seigneu- rial , civil , and religious persecutions and op- pressions rent Poland during the ruinous dynas- ty of the Vasas , became - in one ...
... Sweet are the uses of adversity . The descend- ants of those military oligarchs , whose seigneu- rial , civil , and religious persecutions and op- pressions rent Poland during the ruinous dynas- ty of the Vasas , became - in one ...
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... sweet Assyrian girl ! So vividly thy lover's hand Hath painted thy pure hope and glee , I never dream of eastern land , Without a thought of thee . Oh , sweeter than the fountain crown'd With palm - trees in the desert place , The weary ...
... sweet Assyrian girl ! So vividly thy lover's hand Hath painted thy pure hope and glee , I never dream of eastern land , Without a thought of thee . Oh , sweeter than the fountain crown'd With palm - trees in the desert place , The weary ...
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... sweet jessamine oil ; it is then drawn , with nice precision , from the forehead to the back , where it is twisted into a queue , which usually reaches below the waist ; the ends are ornamented with strips of red silk , and silver ...
... sweet jessamine oil ; it is then drawn , with nice precision , from the forehead to the back , where it is twisted into a queue , which usually reaches below the waist ; the ends are ornamented with strips of red silk , and silver ...
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... are famous for their skill , all over the world . Samp - wallah , " ( snake - catchers ) , who are mere impostors . " Dhie cuttie , " ( sour curds ) , made of sweet milk , by some secret process peculiar 46 Native Life in India .
... are famous for their skill , all over the world . Samp - wallah , " ( snake - catchers ) , who are mere impostors . " Dhie cuttie , " ( sour curds ) , made of sweet milk , by some secret process peculiar 46 Native Life in India .
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Стр. 384 - TO him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Стр. 123 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food, For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Стр. 384 - The hills Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun,— the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between; The venerable woods— rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green; and, poured round all, Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste,— Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man.
Стр. 383 - And when he came into the house, he suffered no man to go in, save Peter, and James, and John, and the father and the mother of the maiden. 52 And all wept, and bewailed her: but he said, Weep not: she is not dead, but sleepeth. 53 And they laughed him to scorn, knowing that she was dead. 54 And he put them all out, and took her by the hand, and called, saying, Maid, arise. 55 And her spirit came again, and she arose straightway: and he commanded to give her meat.
Стр. 384 - Yet not to thine eternal resting-place Shalt thou retire alone, nor couldst thou wish Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world - with kings, The powerful of the earth - the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre.
Стр. 8 - They slept on the abyss without a surge — The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave, The moon their mistress had expired before ; The winds were withered in the stagnant air, And the clouds perish'd; Darkness had no need Of aid from them— She was the universe.
Стр. 385 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Стр. 274 - Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
Стр. 386 - There through the long, long summer hours, The golden light should lie, And thick young herbs and groups of flowers Stand in their beauty by. The oriole should build and tell His love-tale close beside my cell; The idle butterfly Should rest him there, and there be heard The housewife bee and humming-bird.
Стр. 413 - 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.