The New Monthly Magazine, Volume 6E. Littell, 1823 |
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... earth there ; The living have fled to their far country , The unsepulchred dead are the vultures ' prey , And wolves the carnival share . PROSPECTUS OF A NEW WORK . " Etherias , lascive ( 11 ) The Destroying Angel The Destroying Angel.
... earth there ; The living have fled to their far country , The unsepulchred dead are the vultures ' prey , And wolves the carnival share . PROSPECTUS OF A NEW WORK . " Etherias , lascive ( 11 ) The Destroying Angel The Destroying Angel.
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... earth contains Again can reach this heart of mine , that lies Buried with her , who to my longing eyes Was life and light ; now wearied with life's chains , I call on death again with her to be , Whom , better had I never lived to see ...
... earth contains Again can reach this heart of mine , that lies Buried with her , who to my longing eyes Was life and light ; now wearied with life's chains , I call on death again with her to be , Whom , better had I never lived to see ...
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... earth beneath them , deaf to their loudest peals - and whispering to myself in the beau- tiful words of Moore " That other bards would walk these dells , And listen to the evening bells ; " - when I fell into a train of thought upon the ...
... earth beneath them , deaf to their loudest peals - and whispering to myself in the beau- tiful words of Moore " That other bards would walk these dells , And listen to the evening bells ; " - when I fell into a train of thought upon the ...
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... earth , till every hill - top echoed back the sound , they seemed to cry out to the Heavens- " Ring out , ye crystal spheres , And let your silver chime Move in melodious time , And let the base of Heaven's deep organ blow . " From ...
... earth , till every hill - top echoed back the sound , they seemed to cry out to the Heavens- " Ring out , ye crystal spheres , And let your silver chime Move in melodious time , And let the base of Heaven's deep organ blow . " From ...
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... didates for the grave , the hand that traces these thoughts , and the eye that reads them , may be laid also in the earth , whithered - decompound- ed - dust ! A DAY IN LONDON . A COUNTRY gentleman , whose The Village Bells . 43.
... didates for the grave , the hand that traces these thoughts , and the eye that reads them , may be laid also in the earth , whithered - decompound- ed - dust ! A DAY IN LONDON . A COUNTRY gentleman , whose The Village Bells . 43.
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Page 104 - After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent. I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on the recovery of my freedom, and, perhaps, the establishment of my fame.
Page 146 - Yet more ! the billows and the depths have more ! High hearts and brave are gathered to thy breast ! They hear not now the booming waters roar, The battle-thunders will not break their rest. Keep thy red gold and gems, thou stormy grave...
Page 104 - But my pride was soon humbled, and a sober melancholy was spread over my mind, by the idea that I had taken an everlasting leave of an old and agreeable companion, and that whatsoever might be the future date of my History, the life of the historian must be short and precarious.
Page 38 - Ring out, ye crystal Spheres! Once bless our human ears (If ye have power to touch our senses so), And let your silver chime Move in melodious time; And let the base of Heaven's deep organ blow, And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
Page 527 - High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin...
Page 258 - Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made hell grant what love did seek. Or call up him that left half told The story of Cambuscan bold...
Page 516 - Of all men, saving Sylla, the man-slayer, Who passes for in life and death most lucky, Of the great names which in our faces stare, The General Boon...
Page 218 - Sheriff, at his return, told him, that since he was so ill prepared he should yet have two hours' respite ; so led him from the scaffold, without giving him any more comfort, and locked him into the great hall to walk with Prince Arthur. The Lord Grey, whose turn was next, was led to the scaffold by a troop of the young courtiers, and was supported on both sides by two of his best friends...
Page 507 - Solomon observes, to go to the house of mourning, than to the house of feasting.
Page 516 - Crime came not near him— she is not the child Of solitude; Health shrank not from him— for Her home is in the rarely trodden wild, Where if men seek her not, and death be more Their choice than life, forgive them, as beguiled By habit to what their own hearts abhor— In cities caged. The present case in point I Cite is, that Boon lived hunting up to ninety...