The City of London Magazine, Volume 1, Issue 1 - Volume 2, Issue 9Smith, Elder and Company, 1843 |
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... young lady whose vestments were white , And who seemed to his eyes the most lovely of all The beautiful creatures who thronged on his sight . A good deal of whispering , squeezing of fingers , And such like , between this young couple ...
... young lady whose vestments were white , And who seemed to his eyes the most lovely of all The beautiful creatures who thronged on his sight . A good deal of whispering , squeezing of fingers , And such like , between this young couple ...
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... young man in moustachios and rings , Who courted the lady in white in his view , And said in her ear such unspeakable things . Then he waltzed with her ; hang him ! how nicely he did it ; Then he kissed her ; good heavens ! she did'nt ...
... young man in moustachios and rings , Who courted the lady in white in his view , And said in her ear such unspeakable things . Then he waltzed with her ; hang him ! how nicely he did it ; Then he kissed her ; good heavens ! she did'nt ...
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... young ladies as pretty and sprightly As Jane - though of course he'd not speak of her lightly- Quite ready and willing his sorrows to cheer , And his pleasures to share with him , year after year- He resolv'd he would not to his purpose ...
... young ladies as pretty and sprightly As Jane - though of course he'd not speak of her lightly- Quite ready and willing his sorrows to cheer , And his pleasures to share with him , year after year- He resolv'd he would not to his purpose ...
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... young rose that was smilingly growing , In beauty and fragrance surpassing the rest , And placed it , in deep - blushing colours all glowing , To breathe its rich perfume and smile on my breast . It looked gay for a while , but its ...
... young rose that was smilingly growing , In beauty and fragrance surpassing the rest , And placed it , in deep - blushing colours all glowing , To breathe its rich perfume and smile on my breast . It looked gay for a while , but its ...
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... young hero of the night ; his brow The freshest laurels wreathed - his keen , dark eye Now flashed with triumph ... young And yet so wise - so young and yet so brave ! And here , within a kind recess , whose shade Preserved them from the ...
... young hero of the night ; his brow The freshest laurels wreathed - his keen , dark eye Now flashed with triumph ... young And yet so wise - so young and yet so brave ! And here , within a kind recess , whose shade Preserved them from the ...
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Page 143 - And surely your blood of your lives will I require : at the hand of every beast will I require it, and at the hand of man ; at the hand of every man's brother will I require the life of man. Whoso sheddeth man's blood, by man shall his blood be shed : for in the image of God made he man.
Page 200 - Could I embody and unbosom now, That which is most within me, — could I wreak My thoughts upon expression, and thus throw Soul, heart, mind, passions, feelings, strong or weak, All that I would have sought, and all I seek, Bear, know, feel, and yet breathe — into one word, And that one word were lightning, I would speak ; But as it is, I live and die unheard, [sword.
Page 198 - My soul is an enchanted boat, Which, like a sleeping swan, doth float Upon the silver waves of thy sweet singing ; And thine doth like an angel sit Beside the helm conducting it, Whilst all the winds with melody are ringing. It seems to float ever, for ever, Upon that many-winding river, Between mountains, woods, abysses, A paradise of wildernesses ! Till, like one in slumber bound Borne to the ocean, I float down, around, Into a sea profound of ever-spreading sound.
Page 334 - In Books lies the soul of the whole Past Time ; the articulate audible voice of the Past, when the body and material substance of it has altogether vanished like a dream.
Page 120 - I have of late — but wherefore I know not — lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises ; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory ; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Page 337 - The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Page 198 - The other shape, If shape it might be call'd, that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb, Or substance might be call'd that shadow seem'd, For each seem'd either ; black it stood as night, Fierce as ten furies, terrible as hell, And shook a dreadful dart ; what seem'd his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on.
Page 188 - In lowly dale, fast by a river's side, With woody hill o'er hill encompassed round, A most enchanting wizard did abide, Than whom a fiend more fell is nowhere found. It was, I ween, a lovely spot of ground ; And there a season atween June and May, Half prankt with spring, with summer half imbrowned, A listless climate made, where, sooth to say, -- No living wight could work, ne cared even for play.
Page 146 - And if a man lie not in wait, but God deliver him into his hand ; then I will appoint thee a place whither he shall flee. But if a man come presumptuously upon his neighbour, to slay him with guile ; thou shalt take him from mine altar, that he may die.
Page 198 - DUKE'S PALACE. [Enter DUKE, CURIO, LORDS; MUSICIANS attending.] DUKE. If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.