Hood's Magazine, Volume 5H. Hurst, 1846 |
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Pagina 38
... Thou tearful Bard ! Come , sing to us , bewitching Hope , And draw the Future's horoscope ! And while thou sing'st , we'll toast and cheer The rising star , the dawning year ; And quaff a brimming goblet up , And crown with thy sweet ...
... Thou tearful Bard ! Come , sing to us , bewitching Hope , And draw the Future's horoscope ! And while thou sing'st , we'll toast and cheer The rising star , the dawning year ; And quaff a brimming goblet up , And crown with thy sweet ...
Pagina 40
... Thou sobbing winter - blast ! Wild as thy requiem o'er the surge , When wrecking storms rush past . " Tis for the dead - the dead delights , Whose graves are years gone by The happy days and love - lit nights , Like us , born but to die ...
... Thou sobbing winter - blast ! Wild as thy requiem o'er the surge , When wrecking storms rush past . " Tis for the dead - the dead delights , Whose graves are years gone by The happy days and love - lit nights , Like us , born but to die ...
Pagina 94
... thou- sand natives to fight for it . " Mark took him at his word ; and without further delay , they put themselves on the track of the natives , which they easily found , and continued their course until the dark prevented further ...
... thou- sand natives to fight for it . " Mark took him at his word ; and without further delay , they put themselves on the track of the natives , which they easily found , and continued their course until the dark prevented further ...
Pagina 113
... thou hast this cruel dart Shot through and through my panting heart , I'll die contented at thy shrine , If thou wilt be my valentine . " It were difficult to say when this mode of celebrating the festival of St. Valentine , which is ...
... thou hast this cruel dart Shot through and through my panting heart , I'll die contented at thy shrine , If thou wilt be my valentine . " It were difficult to say when this mode of celebrating the festival of St. Valentine , which is ...
Pagina 130
... happi- ness ? They love one another , have a large and handsome family , delight in doing good , and have the means to do it . What more can they desire ? THE BURGUNDY ROSE . THOU art most sweet and beautiful 130 HOOD'S MAGAZINE .
... happi- ness ? They love one another , have a large and handsome family , delight in doing good , and have the means to do it . What more can they desire ? THE BURGUNDY ROSE . THOU art most sweet and beautiful 130 HOOD'S MAGAZINE .
Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Adam admiration Agatha Alsatia Antigone appeared arms Arrah beautiful Bohemond Brandon bush Bushranger Captain Cavalier chief child Colonel Mowbray corn laws corporal Count COUNTESS Creon cried dark dear door Duke of Monmouth ENCHANTED ROCK Etty exclaimed eyes face father fear feeling fire followed gentleman ghost girl Green Rider Grough hand Harold head heard heart Helen honour hour Ignez Indian Jerry King knew light Lonsdale looked Lord Marco Brandi Mark Methley mind Monea Monsieur morning mother natives negro Nell Gwynne Nero never Nicotera night noble O'Shine observed passed pause person poor present prisoner replied rose round Rum-dumber scene seemed Seminole side silence smile soldiers soon speak stood stranger Strongbolt thee thing thou thought tion took Trevor turned VAN DIEMEN'S LAND voice warrior whispered White Cloud wife woman words young lady
Populaire passages
Pagina 448 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and...
Pagina 553 - Less Philomel will deign a song In her sweetest saddest plight, Smoothing the rugged brow of Night, While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke Gently o'er the accustomed oak; Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy!
Pagina 469 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Pagina 552 - And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves...
Pagina 552 - All things to man's delightful use. The roof Of thickest covert was inwoven shade, Laurel and myrtle, and what higher grew Of firm and fragrant leaf ; on either side Acanthus, and each odorous bushy shrub, Fenced up the verdant wall ; each beauteous flower, Iris all hues, roses and jessamine, Reared high their flourished heads between, and wrought Mosaic ; underfoot the violet, Crocus, and hyacinth, with rich inlay Broidered the ground, more coloured than with stone Of costliest emblem...
Pagina 448 - Every thing did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone : She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn, And there sung the dolefull'st ditty, That to hear it was great pity. Fie, fie, fie...
Pagina 553 - Brown night retires. Young day pours in apace, And opens all the lawny prospect wide. The dripping rock, the mountain's misty top, Swell on the sight, and brighten with the dawn. Blue...
Pagina 551 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace. Even so my sun one early morn did shine With all-triumphant splendour on my brow; But out, alack!
Pagina 510 - They never fail who die In a great cause : the block may soak their gore ; Their heads may sodden in the sun ; their limbs Be strung to city gates and castle walls — But still their spirit walks abroad. Though years Elapse, and others share as dark a doom, They but augment the deep and sweeping thoughts Which overpower all others, and conduct The world at last to freedom.
Pagina 554 - Gazing the inverted landscape, half afraid To meditate the blue profound below ; Then plunges headlong down the circling flood. His ebon tresses, and his rosy cheek Instant emerge ; and through the...