Tinsley's Magazine, Volume 25

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Page 430 - Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Page 433 - Why do I know ye? why have I seen ye? why Is my eternal essence thus distraught To see and to behold these horrors new? Saturn is fallen, am I too to fall? Am I to leave this haven of my rest, This cradle of my glory, this soft clime, This calm luxuriance of blissful light, These crystalline pavilions, and pure fanes, Of all my lucent empire? It is left Deserted, void, nor any haunt of mine.
Page 32 - Whereas We, taking into Our Royal Consideration that there exists no means of adequately rewarding the individual gallant services either of officers of the lower grades in Our Naval and Military Service, or of warrant and petty officers, seamen, and marines, in Our Navy, and non-commissioned officers and soldiers in Our Army...
Page 435 - Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific— and all his men Looked at each other with a wild surmise— Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Page 430 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve...
Page 224 - The art of cookery drew us gently forth From that ferocious life, when void of faith The Anthropophaginian ate his brother! To cookery we owe well-ordered states, Assembling men in dear society. Wild was the earth, man feasting upon man, When one of nobler sense and milder heart First sacrificed an animal ; the flesh Was sweet ; and man then ceased to feed on man ! And something of the rudeness of those times The priest...
Page 490 - ... debating the question of — to love or not to love — he feels pretty secure that it will be decided in his favour. At least so felt Colonel Delmour, as he marked the thoughtful cast of Miss St. Clair's countenance when she entered the drawing-room before dinner. She had, indeed, that day deliberated more than she had ever done in the whole course of her life before, though her deliberations had not yet assumed any distinct form. By nature tender and affectionate in her disposition, she was...
Page 170 - Two Wishers for two Manner of Mouths. " I wish thou hadst a little narrow mouth, wife, " Little and little, to drop out words in strife...
Page 276 - MERRY it is in the good greenwood, Where the mavis and merle are singing, When the deer sweeps by, and the hounds are in cry, And the hunter's horn is ringing.
Page 400 - ... those weary midnights, Hearing the breakers roar ; Starting from dreams of storm and death, With beating pulses and catching breath, To hear the white surf ' call' beneath, Along the hollow shore. Never a flash down the wires, Never a word from the East, From the port she sailed for — how long ago ! Why, even a spar one would weep to know, Tossed on the wild waves' ebb and flow, Were something real at least.

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