The Hobart Town Magazine, Том 3H. Melville, 1834 |
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... passing shadow , they too frequently let slip the more solid substance . Now , we know of few things of more actual importance to a family , than the character and con- dition of their female servants . Mixed up , and , to a certain de ...
... passing shadow , they too frequently let slip the more solid substance . Now , we know of few things of more actual importance to a family , than the character and con- dition of their female servants . Mixed up , and , to a certain de ...
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... passed him in his churchyard bed- A yew is sleeping o'er his head , And grass roots mingle with his hair . What doth he there ? O cruel ! can he live alone ? Or in the arms of one more dear ? Or hides he in that bower of stone , To ...
... passed him in his churchyard bed- A yew is sleeping o'er his head , And grass roots mingle with his hair . What doth he there ? O cruel ! can he live alone ? Or in the arms of one more dear ? Or hides he in that bower of stone , To ...
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... passing clouds with a lurid tinge , when I bathed her pallid brow in the stream , whose pellucid waters murmured in ... passed by turns through my lone and desolate breast . The latter feeling , that of pleasure was , alas ! of short ...
... passing clouds with a lurid tinge , when I bathed her pallid brow in the stream , whose pellucid waters murmured in ... passed by turns through my lone and desolate breast . The latter feeling , that of pleasure was , alas ! of short ...
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... passed . Near my resi deuce was a thickly - wooded forest , to whose cool and sequestered shades I used oftentimes to repair . One evening , it was bitterly cold , the snow lying and freezing on the ground , when taking my ac- customed ...
... passed . Near my resi deuce was a thickly - wooded forest , to whose cool and sequestered shades I used oftentimes to repair . One evening , it was bitterly cold , the snow lying and freezing on the ground , when taking my ac- customed ...
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... passed away . I have visited Iceland with its boiling springs and its snow - clad mountains - I have wandered through the Tropical climates , with their fevers , their deserts , and their Edens- I have hung a garland on the tomb of ...
... passed away . I have visited Iceland with its boiling springs and its snow - clad mountains - I have wandered through the Tropical climates , with their fevers , their deserts , and their Edens- I have hung a garland on the tomb of ...
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Стр. 187 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast, And fills the white and rustling sail, And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While, like the eagle free, Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind!
Стр. 159 - Sing a song of sixpence, A pocket full of rye; Four and twenty blackbirds Baked in a pie. When the pie was opened, The birds began to sing; Was not that a dainty dish To set before the king!
Стр. 46 - And now we might add something concerning a certain most subtle Spirit which pervades and lies hid in all gross bodies...
Стр. 45 - I have heard That guilty creatures, sitting at a play, Have by the very cunning of the scene Been struck so to the soul that presently They have proclaim'd their malefactions; For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.
Стр. 196 - It is good to be merry and wise, It is good to be honest and true, It is good to be off with the old love Before you are on with the new.
Стр. 158 - It is a father's tale. But if that Heaven Should give me life, his childhood shall grow up Familiar with these songs, that with the night He may associate joy ! — Once more, farewell, Sweet nightingale ! Once more, my friends, farewell...
Стр. 29 - Tis sweet to hear the merry lark, That bids a blithe good-morrow; But sweeter to hark, in the twinkling dark, To the soothing song of sorrow. Oh nightingale! What doth she ail? And is she sad or jolly? For ne'er on earth was sound of mirth So like to melancholy. The merry lark, he soars on high, No worldly thought o'ertakes him; He sings aloud to the clear blue sky, And the daylight that awakes him.
Стр. 218 - TAFFY was a Welshman, Taffy was a thief; Taffy came to my house and stole a piece of beef; I went to Taffy's house, Taffy was not at home ; Taffy came to my house and stole a marrow-bone.
Стр. 155 - I could distinguish by a telescope every sail, the general rig of the ship, and its particular character; insomuch that I confidently pronounced it to be my father's ship the Fame, which it afterwards proved to be; though, on comparing notes with my father, I found that our relative position at the time gave our distance from one another very nearly thirty miles, being about seventeen miles beyond the horizon, and some leagues beyond the limit of direct vision.
Стр. 158 - He knows well The evening -star; and once, when he awoke In most distressful mood (some inward pain Had made up that strange thing, an infant's dream -) I hurried with him to our...