Sartain's Union Magazine of Literature and Art, Том 7Caroline Matilda Kirkland, John Seely Hart 1850 |
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... whole length from West's picture , and a por- trait " imprint of Quakers ' Meeting , with other portraits , " on a sheet , by Bowles after Hems- kirk , both of which , it is unnecessary to say , have no claims to authenticity . Clarkson ...
... whole length from West's picture , and a por- trait " imprint of Quakers ' Meeting , with other portraits , " on a sheet , by Bowles after Hems- kirk , both of which , it is unnecessary to say , have no claims to authenticity . Clarkson ...
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... whole put into a bag , which was hung up to await the further additions that were expected to be made to it . So much time had been taken up with joking , disputing , and arranging , that dinner , which was never later than three , was ...
... whole put into a bag , which was hung up to await the further additions that were expected to be made to it . So much time had been taken up with joking , disputing , and arranging , that dinner , which was never later than three , was ...
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... whole lives and many more , than the old poet whose days cannot now be long in the land . So we have put off our trip for one day , and can still spare three for it . In ancient times , as old chronicles tell us , the parishioners ...
... whole lives and many more , than the old poet whose days cannot now be long in the land . So we have put off our trip for one day , and can still spare three for it . In ancient times , as old chronicles tell us , the parishioners ...
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... whole year round ; past fields which expand and brighten as Esk- dale opens out towards the sea ; past Santon Bridge , where the Irt runs to the bay under an ivy - mantled bridge , through meadows and scat- tered woods ; past Gosforth ...
... whole year round ; past fields which expand and brighten as Esk- dale opens out towards the sea ; past Santon Bridge , where the Irt runs to the bay under an ivy - mantled bridge , through meadows and scat- tered woods ; past Gosforth ...
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... whole people . And it is a most charac- teristic sign of the times in which we live . The whole body of the people never before met for the advancement of the general intelligence . For sports and games , for holidays and tourna- ments ...
... whole people . And it is a most charac- teristic sign of the times in which we live . The whole body of the people never before met for the advancement of the general intelligence . For sports and games , for holidays and tourna- ments ...
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Стр. 236 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright; I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how?
Стр. 238 - Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Стр. 242 - Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.
Стр. 238 - I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me That my soul cannot resist...
Стр. 226 - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring. Or chasms and wat'ry depths ; all these have vanished They live no longer in the faith of reason...
Стр. 239 - Tis less of earth than heaven. Her every tone is music's own, Like those of morning birds, And something more than melody Dwells ever in her words; The coinage of her heart are they, And from her lips each flows As one may see the burden'd bee Forth issue from the rose.
Стр. 241 - Death has left on her Only the beautiful. Still, for all slips of hers, One of Eve's family — Wipe those poor lips of hers Oozing so clammily. Loop up her tresses Escaped from the comb, Her fair auburn tresses ; Whilst wonderment guesses Where was her home ? Who was her father ? Who was her mother ? Had she a sister ? Had she a brother ? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet, than all other...
Стр. 242 - TEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Стр. 239 - I know, I know I should not see The season's glorious show, Nor would its brightness shine for me, Nor its wild music flow ; But if, around my place of sleep, The friends I love should come to weep, They might not haste to go. Soft airs, and song, and light and bloom Should keep them lingering by my tomb.
Стр. 236 - And called her good as fair, For all God ever gave to her She kept with chary care. She kept with care her beauties rare From lovers warm and true, For her heart was cold to all but gold And the rich came not to woo — But honoured well are charms to sell If priests the selling do.