The Literary magnet of the belles lettres, science, and the fine arts, ed. by Tobias Merton. Vol.1 - new ser., vol.[2. Vol.2 of the new ser. wants all after p.192]., Volume 1Tobias Merton (pseud) 1824 |
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Pagina 11
... souls , sprung into a hackney - coach . ' " As soon as I found myself alone in the rolling vehicle , I began to weep bitterly . My inward emotion suggested to me , that even as in this world gold weighs down both merit and virtue , so a ...
... souls , sprung into a hackney - coach . ' " As soon as I found myself alone in the rolling vehicle , I began to weep bitterly . My inward emotion suggested to me , that even as in this world gold weighs down both merit and virtue , so a ...
Pagina 12
... friend , the painful repetition of what I was condemned to undergo ! The deepest pity seemed to inspire the fairest sex ; but my soul was Another Novel of Fouqué's . not less wounded by this than by the contumely of 12 PETER SCHLEMIHL .
... friend , the painful repetition of what I was condemned to undergo ! The deepest pity seemed to inspire the fairest sex ; but my soul was Another Novel of Fouqué's . not less wounded by this than by the contumely of 12 PETER SCHLEMIHL .
Pagina 15
... soul The dull controul , The mystic leaden sleep of Pluto brook ? Cannot it wear away Its clogging chains of clay , And yet enjoy earth's ever cheerful look ? " Linus was the inventor of Poetry , and the first who introduced the ...
... soul The dull controul , The mystic leaden sleep of Pluto brook ? Cannot it wear away Its clogging chains of clay , And yet enjoy earth's ever cheerful look ? " Linus was the inventor of Poetry , and the first who introduced the ...
Pagina 25
... soul - Forgive me forgive the passionate , involuntary cries of my mad anguish . ' 66 6 Oh , sir , you grieve , you wound me ! —you know not how you wound me . I am a poor helpless orphan , and I shall soon have no friend to lean to ...
... soul - Forgive me forgive the passionate , involuntary cries of my mad anguish . ' 66 6 Oh , sir , you grieve , you wound me ! —you know not how you wound me . I am a poor helpless orphan , and I shall soon have no friend to lean to ...
Pagina 28
... souls to the fold of the eternal Shepherd . " " The service commenced ; his voice was somewhat tremulous as he began ... soul , the glorious comprehensiveness of the Te Deum laudamus . ' The ascription of praise , in union with all the ...
... souls to the fold of the eternal Shepherd . " " The service commenced ; his voice was somewhat tremulous as he began ... soul , the glorious comprehensiveness of the Te Deum laudamus . ' The ascription of praise , in union with all the ...
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Pagina 73 - Soft hour ! which wakes the wish and melts the heart Of those who sail the seas, on the first day When they from their sweet friends are torn apart; Or fills with love the pilgrim on his way As the far bell of vesper makes him start, Seeming to weep the dying day's decay...
Pagina 358 - twould boldly trip, And print those roses on my lip. But all its chief delight was still On roses thus itself to fill, And its pure virgin limbs to fold In whitest sheets of lilies cold: Had it lived long, it would have been Lilies without, roses within.
Pagina 358 - Twas, on those little silver feet! With what a pretty, skipping grace It oft would challenge me the race ! And when 't had left me far away, 'Twould stay, and run again, and stay; For it was nimbler, much, than hinds, And trod as if on the four winds.
Pagina 32 - Her pranks the favourite theme of every tongue. But now the day was come, the day, the hour; Now, frowning, smiling, for the hundredth...
Pagina 414 - I will delate you for a warlock to the privy council!' said Sir John. 'I will send you to your master, the devil, with the help of a tar-barrel and a torch ! ' 'I intend to delate mysell to the presbytery,' said Steenie, ' and tell them all I have seen last night, whilk are things fitter for them to judge of than a borrel man like me.
Pagina 225 - Oh! ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay; I never loved a tree or flower, But 'twas the first to fade away.
Pagina 28 - Thou sittest at the right hand of God in the glory of the Father. We believe that thou shalt come to be our Judge. We therefore pray thee help thy servants whom thou hast redeemed with thy precious blood.
Pagina 100 - There scattered oft, the earliest of the year, By hands unseen, are showers of violets found; The redbreast loves to build and warble there, And little footsteps lightly print the ground...
Pagina 405 - Court, wi' the king's ain sword ; and being a red-hot prelatist, he came down here, rampauging like a lion, with commissions of lieutenancy (and of lunacy, for what I ken), to put down a' the Whigs and Covenanters in the country. Wild wark they made of it ; for the Whigs were as dour as the Cavaliers were fierce, and it was which should first tire the other. Redgauntlet was aye for the strong hand ; and his name is kend as wide in the country as Claverhouse's or Tarn Dalyell's.
Pagina 416 - Sir John made up his story about the jackanape as he liked himsell; and some believe till this day there was no more in the matter than the filching nature of the brute. Indeed, ye'll no hinder some to threap, that it was nane o...