The Royal Lady's Magazine, Том 1W. Sams, 1834 |
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... feelings , the grave held all that the world had pos- sessed for me ! what was the world to my heart , but one ground of graves ! Whilst indulging these bitter fancies I was suddenly roused by the loud stroke of the church - bell ...
... feelings , the grave held all that the world had pos- sessed for me ! what was the world to my heart , but one ground of graves ! Whilst indulging these bitter fancies I was suddenly roused by the loud stroke of the church - bell ...
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... feeling In affliction's bitter hour . Still , like Heaven's fair bow of promise , Thou art rising midst the gloom , Gilding , soothing , gently pointing To a brighter , kindlier doom . And at length when wearied nature Whispers man the ...
... feeling In affliction's bitter hour . Still , like Heaven's fair bow of promise , Thou art rising midst the gloom , Gilding , soothing , gently pointing To a brighter , kindlier doom . And at length when wearied nature Whispers man the ...
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... feeling as I do that I ought to take up my darkest pencil and sketch them to the life , I yet cannot help paint- ing them couleur de rose , and throwing all there enormities into the shade . This is foolish I admit . Nay , I confess ...
... feeling as I do that I ought to take up my darkest pencil and sketch them to the life , I yet cannot help paint- ing them couleur de rose , and throwing all there enormities into the shade . This is foolish I admit . Nay , I confess ...
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... feelings of human nature , and the felicities of human life were never intended to be known below the first floor . It is of course very natural that we should expect the hearts of servants to overflow with kindness and gratitude , when ...
... feelings of human nature , and the felicities of human life were never intended to be known below the first floor . It is of course very natural that we should expect the hearts of servants to overflow with kindness and gratitude , when ...
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... feeling with which I stand by a new grave consists not alone of com- passion for the poor ashes of the dead , unconscious of the idle ceremonies which it has conjured up around it ; but oh , the hearts that are swelling and break- ing ...
... feeling with which I stand by a new grave consists not alone of com- passion for the poor ashes of the dead , unconscious of the idle ceremonies which it has conjured up around it ; but oh , the hearts that are swelling and break- ing ...
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Стр. 59 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear ; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come, when it will come.
Стр. 222 - Wreathes the whole circle of the year, Companion of the Sun. It smiles upon the lap of May, To sultry August spreads its charms, Lights pale October on his way, And twines December's arms.
Стр. 222 - If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Стр. 308 - I know each lane, and every alley green, Dingle, or bushy dell, of this wild wood, And every bosky bourn from side to side, My daily walks and ancient neighbourhood...
Стр. 39 - I have been bullied by an usurper ; I have been neglected by a court ; but I will not be dictated to by a subject : your man shan't stand. " ANNE Dorset, Pembroke and Montgomery.
Стр. 245 - The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die.
Стр. 222 - Or if you rather choose the rural shade, And find a fane in every sacred grove ; There let the shepherd's flute, the virgin's lay, The prompting seraph, and the poet's lyre, Still sing the God of Seasons, as they roll.
Стр. 308 - An angel-guard of loves and graces lie ; Around her knees domestic duties meet, And fire-side pleasures gambol at her feet. Where shall that land, that spot of earth be found? " Art thou a man — a patriot ? look around, O thou shalt find, howe'er thy footsteps roam, That land thy country, and that spot thy home.
Стр. 225 - ... old clothes-women, &c. At first, every one won, and no one lost. Some of the poorest people gained in a few months houses, coaches and horses, and figured away like the first characters in the land. In every town some tavern was selected, which served as a 'Change, where high and low traded in flowers, and confirmed their bargains with the most sumptuous entertainments. They formed laws for themselves, and had their notaries and clerks.
Стр. 222 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail bounteous May that dost inspire Mirth and youth, and warm desire; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.