Eclectic Magazine, and Monthly Edition of the Living Age, 12 tomasLeavitt, Throw and Company, 1847 |
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... POETRY . - Wordsworth's Installation Ode , 138 ; The Yellow Leaf ; The Poor Woman's Song , 139 ; The Wistful Heart ... Poet , 205 ; A Discovery in Westminster Abbey ; Humaniz- ing Influence of Cleanliness ; Curious Discoveries , 229 ...
... POETRY . - Wordsworth's Installation Ode , 138 ; The Yellow Leaf ; The Poor Woman's Song , 139 ; The Wistful Heart ... Poet , 205 ; A Discovery in Westminster Abbey ; Humaniz- ing Influence of Cleanliness ; Curious Discoveries , 229 ...
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... poetry of the past , and Cintra itself becomes doubly delicious , because associated with the sweetest of English homes . We hope we may be pardoned these allu- sions to a popular report , which certainly seems to derive confirmation ...
... poetry of the past , and Cintra itself becomes doubly delicious , because associated with the sweetest of English homes . We hope we may be pardoned these allu- sions to a popular report , which certainly seems to derive confirmation ...
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... poet's bered , as this is the river of oblivion which ear , stone - deaf to the frogs , drinks the mu- the soldiers of Brutus feared to cross , from sic of nightingales serenading near falling the unmilitary fear of forgetting their ...
... poet's bered , as this is the river of oblivion which ear , stone - deaf to the frogs , drinks the mu- the soldiers of Brutus feared to cross , from sic of nightingales serenading near falling the unmilitary fear of forgetting their ...
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... poetry of her emotions ; she had , she says , quitted Cintra for ever , " with a heart full of deep thankfulness for having been permitted to see a spot which must be one of the loveliest spots on earth ; and if not the very loveliest ...
... poetry of her emotions ; she had , she says , quitted Cintra for ever , " with a heart full of deep thankfulness for having been permitted to see a spot which must be one of the loveliest spots on earth ; and if not the very loveliest ...
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... poet of Italy and the greatest these self - conquests , or as returning health orator of France have celebrated their nup- restored the tone and vigor of his nerves , tials . But neither Dante or Bossuet was his thoughts , reverting to ...
... poet of Italy and the greatest these self - conquests , or as returning health orator of France have celebrated their nup- restored the tone and vigor of his nerves , tials . But neither Dante or Bossuet was his thoughts , reverting to ...
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Eclectic Magazine, and Monthly Edition of the Living Age, 59 tomas;122 tomas John Holmes Agnew,Walter Hilliard Bidwell Visos knygos peržiūra - 1894 |
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442 psl. - Two Voices are there ; one is of the Sea, One of the Mountains ; each a mighty Voice : In both from age to age Thou didst rejoice, They were thy chosen Music, Liberty...
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15 psl. - See the wretch that long has tost On the thorny bed of pain, At length repair his vigour lost, And breathe and walk again ; The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening paradise.
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207 psl. - In the evening I went very unwillingly to a society in Aldersgate street, where one was reading Luther's preface to the Epistle to the Romans. About a quarter before nine, while he was describing the change which God works in the heart through faith in Christ, I felt my heart strangely warmed.
251 psl. - Eternal Hope ! when yonder spheres sublime Pealed their first notes to sound the march of Time, Thy joyous youth began — but not to fade. — When all the sister planets have decayed ; When wrapt in fire the realms of ether glow, And Heaven's last thunder shakes the world below ; Thou, undismayed shalt o'er the ruins smile, And light thy torch at Nature's funeral pile ! EOT) OF PABT SECOND.
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448 psl. - Of these the false Achitophel was first; A name to all succeeding ages curst: For close designs and crooked councils fit; Sagacious, bold, and turbulent of wit; Restless, unfixed in principles and place; In power unpleased, impatient of disgrace: A fiery soul, which, working out its way, Fretted the pigmy body to decay, And o'er-informed the tenement of clay.
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