Southern Literary Messenger, Volume 5T.W. White, 1839 |
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... heart meets kindred heart . But , here , let every lip new hope impart , Bride of all happiness ! in this bright hour What gift is left for man , or Heaven to shower ? See - love - lit eyes their radiance round thee fling , Joys in thy ...
... heart meets kindred heart . But , here , let every lip new hope impart , Bride of all happiness ! in this bright hour What gift is left for man , or Heaven to shower ? See - love - lit eyes their radiance round thee fling , Joys in thy ...
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... heart had the echo gone , ) And the crimson tide to her forehead rush'd , As fast on his bosom her full tears gush'd . Then slowly she lifted his clustering hair , But marked not the change that was written there ; — For oh ! the ...
... heart had the echo gone , ) And the crimson tide to her forehead rush'd , As fast on his bosom her full tears gush'd . Then slowly she lifted his clustering hair , But marked not the change that was written there ; — For oh ! the ...
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... heart will rebel.pable of such perfidy . " Tyler has been my all in all . I have loved him too well ! " Say not so ... heart is another's ? Perish the thought ! and if I cannot have the joy of possessing her , give me at least the ...
... heart will rebel.pable of such perfidy . " Tyler has been my all in all . I have loved him too well ! " Say not so ... heart is another's ? Perish the thought ! and if I cannot have the joy of possessing her , give me at least the ...
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... heart is still has got no heart , " said she , as she mixed a cup of poi- there . I am sorry that any thing from me has made son , intending to do herself for Dorcas , what she thought you desert your home . Return there , and be happy ...
... heart is still has got no heart , " said she , as she mixed a cup of poi- there . I am sorry that any thing from me has made son , intending to do herself for Dorcas , what she thought you desert your home . Return there , and be happy ...
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... heart despised , and a hun- that any well defined suspicion of Edward's treachery dred times resolved , though in vain , never to visit again . had forced itself into her soul . Rising hastily , she left Of Elliott he said little , but ...
... heart despised , and a hun- that any well defined suspicion of Edward's treachery dred times resolved , though in vain , never to visit again . had forced itself into her soul . Rising hastily , she left Of Elliott he said little , but ...
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admiration Alice Andrew Coyle appeared Attorney at Law Baron beautiful bosom Briar Hill Bridgewater Treatises bright called Carrera character Charles charms Count Countess dark daughter dear deep distance Dorcas dreams earth Ernest Ernest Gordon eyes father Faust fear feelings Fleurie girl give grace hand happy heard heart Heaven hills honor hope Hortensia hour James John lady less light look Lucy manner Martainville ment Messenger miles Milledgeville mind Miss Montauban moon morning mother mountain nature never night o'er Oaxaca once packets Park Benjamin passed passion person pleasure poet Quimper racter replied Richmond river Saint Leon scene seemed ship smile soon soul SOUTHERN LITERARY MESSENGER spirit stood sweet tears thee thing thou thought tion Tommy King truth Tyler Vittoria voice William words young youth
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Página 327 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Página 330 - Tis pleasant, through the loopholes of retreat, To peep at such a world ; to see the stir Of the great Babel, and not feel the crowd ; To hear the roar she sends through all her gates At a safe distance, where the dying sound Falls a soft murmur on the uninjured ear.
Página 95 - 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.
Página 96 - There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Página 287 - I behold like a Spanish great galleon, and an English man-of-war ; Master Jonson (like the former) was built far higher in learning ; solid, but slow in his performances. Shakespeare with the English man-ofwar, lesser in bulk, but lighter in sailing, could turn with all tides, tack about and take advantage of all winds, by the quickness of his wit and invention.
Página 146 - Rome ! my country ! city of the soul ! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance ? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye. ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An empty urn within...
Página 350 - For Hamlet, and the trifling of his favour, Hold it a fashion and a toy in blood, A violet in the youth of primy nature, Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting, The perfume and suppliance of a minute, No more.
Página 387 - That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full 4O Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood ; Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose...
Página 298 - ... to those who are worthy ; (the rest are cheated with a thick intoxicating potion, which a certain sorceress, the abuser of love's name, carries about ;) and how the first and chiefest office of love begins and ends in the soul, producing those happy twins of her divine generation, knowledge and virtue : with such abstracted sublimities as these, it might be worth your listening, readers, as I may one day hope to have ye in a still time, when there shall be no chiding ; not in these noises...
Página 290 - ... of ages, and how wide the intervals of time and space that divide them ! In all this dreary length of way, they appear like five or six light-houses on as many thousand miles of coast...