The Gentleman's Pocket Magazine; and Album of Literature and Fine ArtsJoseph Robins, no. 3, Bride-Court, Bridge-Street, 1829 |
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... hour of eve , and sleep Melted upon my soul , in deep And dreamy quiet ; calm and still Played the wild breeze o'er vale and hill : Purple and golden clouds on high , Hung varied wreaths around the sky ; And fading on the sunset air ...
... hour of eve , and sleep Melted upon my soul , in deep And dreamy quiet ; calm and still Played the wild breeze o'er vale and hill : Purple and golden clouds on high , Hung varied wreaths around the sky ; And fading on the sunset air ...
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... hour , the door opened , and I saw , advancing towards me , a female of a majestic and im- posing deportment . She gave me her hand most gracefully , and pointed to me to sit near her on a sopha . Mildness and goodness were pictured in ...
... hour , the door opened , and I saw , advancing towards me , a female of a majestic and im- posing deportment . She gave me her hand most gracefully , and pointed to me to sit near her on a sopha . Mildness and goodness were pictured in ...
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... hour of gloom , Came to foretell Byzantium of her doom : Not such the marks that warn'd her of her fate , When the besieger thunder'd at her gate ; When every dreary morn's returning light , Gave but the crescent glittering in her sight ...
... hour of gloom , Came to foretell Byzantium of her doom : Not such the marks that warn'd her of her fate , When the besieger thunder'd at her gate ; When every dreary morn's returning light , Gave but the crescent glittering in her sight ...
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... hour of grief , Gaz'd round all , reckless , hopeless of relief ; Ere the first straggler at the breach gave way , Untold , he trac'd the hurrying of decay ; Unwarn'd , he felt that ruin hover'd nigh , — That strife was vain — and he ...
... hour of grief , Gaz'd round all , reckless , hopeless of relief ; Ere the first straggler at the breach gave way , Untold , he trac'd the hurrying of decay ; Unwarn'd , he felt that ruin hover'd nigh , — That strife was vain — and he ...
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... hour before were inseparable friends , depart , after having appointed a meeting at noon at the barrier of the Champs Elysees . I conceived for the one who was called Alfred , and who was not better known to me than the rest , that ...
... hour before were inseparable friends , depart , after having appointed a meeting at noon at the barrier of the Champs Elysees . I conceived for the one who was called Alfred , and who was not better known to me than the rest , that ...
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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.