Eclectic Magazine, and Monthly Edition of the Living Age, Том 46John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell Leavitt, Throw and Company, 1859 |
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... heard , and moved to pity By his sad and plaintive ditty , Straight my chamber - lamp I kindled , And my doors I opened wide ; VOL XLVI.-NO. I. Lo ! a little child before me , Clad with wings as with a glory , In his hand a bow , and ...
... heard , and moved to pity By his sad and plaintive ditty , Straight my chamber - lamp I kindled , And my doors I opened wide ; VOL XLVI.-NO. I. Lo ! a little child before me , Clad with wings as with a glory , In his hand a bow , and ...
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... Heard , as he drew near the door , the musical voice of Priscilla Singing the Hundredth Psalm , the grand old Puritan anthem , Music that Luther sang to the sacred words of the Psalmist , Full of the breath of the Lord , consoling and ...
... Heard , as he drew near the door , the musical voice of Priscilla Singing the Hundredth Psalm , the grand old Puritan anthem , Music that Luther sang to the sacred words of the Psalmist , Full of the breath of the Lord , consoling and ...
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... heard . Not old Saguntum , nor mod- ern Saragossa , can for a moment compare with this leaguer of ours . No body of Englishmen were ever exposed to greater peril , or bore their part with greater heroism . Two pictures of what was done ...
... heard . Not old Saguntum , nor mod- ern Saragossa , can for a moment compare with this leaguer of ours . No body of Englishmen were ever exposed to greater peril , or bore their part with greater heroism . Two pictures of what was done ...
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... heard , in- deed , that Southey pronounced Philip van Artevelde the greatest play which has been written since Shakspeare ; but Mr. Taylor's style of mind is too nearly related to Southey's for either of these poets to be a very ...
... heard , in- deed , that Southey pronounced Philip van Artevelde the greatest play which has been written since Shakspeare ; but Mr. Taylor's style of mind is too nearly related to Southey's for either of these poets to be a very ...
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... heard no more tones tion is credible to our sympathies , which Than go to make a greeting ; I'll believe Rather the diamond should fade and rot , is the great point in a poem ; but we doubt whether this credibility remains when it is ...
... heard no more tones tion is credible to our sympathies , which Than go to make a greeting ; I'll believe Rather the diamond should fade and rot , is the great point in a poem ; but we doubt whether this credibility remains when it is ...
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Стр. 202 - 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 evening in.
Стр. 453 - I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where ; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song ? Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke ; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend.
Стр. 207 - THE harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts that once beat high for praise Now feel that pulse no more.
Стр. 300 - That servile path thou nobly dost decline, Of tracing word by word, and line by line : A new and nobler way thou dost pursue, To make translations ,and translators too : They but preserve the ashes, thou the flame, True to his sense, but truer to his fame.
Стр. 207 - Yearning for the large excitement that the coming years would yield, Eager-hearted as a boy when first he leaves his father's field, And at night along the dusky highway near and nearer drawn, Sees in heaven the light of London flaring like a dreary dawn...
Стр. 52 - The hills Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun; the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between; The venerable woods, rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green; and, poured round all, Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man.
Стр. 3 - Heaven from all creatures hides the book of fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state: From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer being here below? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed today, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
Стр. 63 - And enter not into judgment with thy servant: for in thy sight shall no man living be justified.
Стр. 34 - And snowy summits old in story; The long light shakes across the lakes And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear ! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far, from cliff and scar, The horns of Elfland faintly blowing!
Стр. 10 - Yet in the long years liker must they grow; The man be more of woman, she of man; He gain in sweetness and in moral height, Nor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world; She mental breadth, nor fail in childward care, Nor lose the childlike in the larger mind; Till at the last she set herself to man, Like perfect music unto noble words...