The Gentleman's Pocket Magazine; and Album of Literature and Fine ArtsJoseph Robins, no. 3, Bride-Court, Bridge-Street, 1829 |
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... earth and sea , And all that best and rarest be . : - The myrtle's scent and song's rich sound , Wasted their wealth of pleasure round ; And bowers of every leafy kind Were placed to woo the wanton wind : And streams , that run in ...
... earth and sea , And all that best and rarest be . : - The myrtle's scent and song's rich sound , Wasted their wealth of pleasure round ; And bowers of every leafy kind Were placed to woo the wanton wind : And streams , that run in ...
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... earth had given All that could turn this earth to heaven . Dreamy I lay , in flowers and joy , Encurtain'd by Eve's heaven of roses , Which garland the last gleam of sky , That night's descending veil discloses ; I felt as then the ...
... earth had given All that could turn this earth to heaven . Dreamy I lay , in flowers and joy , Encurtain'd by Eve's heaven of roses , Which garland the last gleam of sky , That night's descending veil discloses ; I felt as then the ...
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... earth , and meteors in the sky ; Dreams scar'd the old , and visions struck the young , And every tomb or temple found a tongue : The dead walk'd forth , the living heard the call , And if they fell , they fell forewarn'd of all . Not ...
... earth , and meteors in the sky ; Dreams scar'd the old , and visions struck the young , And every tomb or temple found a tongue : The dead walk'd forth , the living heard the call , And if they fell , they fell forewarn'd of all . Not ...
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... earth A slave , immur'd within the senses prison , He feels he has a soul that's born for freedom- He pants for happiness , and he is wretched- He would search all things , and his eye is weak ; He would love through eternity , and what ...
... earth A slave , immur'd within the senses prison , He feels he has a soul that's born for freedom- He pants for happiness , and he is wretched- He would search all things , and his eye is weak ; He would love through eternity , and what ...
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... earth , ' Midst banners won and lost : But where the sunny hues and showers Unto thy cup were given , There met high hearts at midnight hours , Pure hands were raised to heaven . And vows were pledg'd that man should roam Through every ...
... earth , ' Midst banners won and lost : But where the sunny hues and showers Unto thy cup were given , There met high hearts at midnight hours , Pure hands were raised to heaven . And vows were pledg'd that man should roam Through every ...
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Adonijah Allah appeared arms Ascanio bashaw beauty behold Benhadar blood Boccacio bosom bright Callao called Carloman Charlemagne charms Cobus Countess Covent Garden cried dark dead death delightful Delphine Donald O'Brien door dread earth exclaimed eyes face fear feel fell fire frigate garret genius grave guarda-costa Guyon hair hand happy head heard heart heaven Herculaneum honor hope horse hour INNISFAIL John Barleycorn king knew lady light living looked Lucrine Lake master ment mind Moidart morning mountains Muscogees or Creek never night O'Brien o'er passed person poet Pompeii racter replied Rothelan round Salathiel scarcely scene seemed seen ship shore side silent smile soldiers song soon soul spirit spot stood story sweet sword tax-gatherer tell thee thing thou thought tion took turned voice whilst wind wish wretch young youth
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Página 344 - Cataracts of declamation thunder here ; There forests of no meaning spread the page, In which all comprehension wanders lost ; While fields of pleasantry amuse us there With merry descants on a nation's woes. The rest appears a wilderness of strange But gay confusion ; roses for the cheeks, And lilies for the brows of faded age, Teeth for the toothless, ringlets for the bald...
Página 344 - tis the twanging horn o'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in which the moon Sees her unwrinkled face reflected bright...
Página 273 - His was the spell o'er hearts Which only acting lends, The youngest of the sister arts, Where all their beauty blends : For ill can Poetry express Full many a tone of thought sublime, And Painting, mute and motionless, Steals but a glance of Time. But by the mighty actor brought, Illusion's perfect triumphs come ; Verse ceases to be airy thought, And Sculpture to be dumb.
Página 354 - And strangers took the kinsman's place At many a joyous board ; Graves, which true love had bathed with tears, Were left to Heaven's bright rain, Fresh hopes were born for other years — — He never smiled again ! CŒUR-DE-LION AT THE BIER OF HIS FATHER.
Página 146 - I can always answer, because I always know whence they have their arguments, which I have read a hundred times ; but that fellow Young is continually pestering me with something of his own."* After all, Tindal and the censurers of Young may be reconcilable.
Página 344 - Falls a soft murmur on th' uninjured ear. Thus sitting, and surveying thus at ease The globe and its concerns, I seem advanced To some secure and more than mortal height, That liberates and exempts me from them all. It turns submitted to my view, turns round With all its generations ; I behold The tumult and am still. The sound of war Has lost its terrors ere it reaches me; Grieves, but alarms me not. I mourn the pride And...
Página 345 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, ' Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And, while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups, That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful ev'ning in.
Página 397 - To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart, To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold, Live o'er each scene, and be what they behold: For this the Tragic Muse first trod the stage...
Página 272 - All perishable ! like the electric fire, But strike the frame, and, as they strike, expire ; Incense too pure a bodied flame to bear, Its fragrance charms the sense, and blends with air.
Página 344 - 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.