The New Monthly Belle Assemblée, Volumul 24Joseph Rogerson |
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Pagina 5
... night , and to - morrow's sun will soon guide thee to a frontier town ; thy road will be easy then . Night is falling so fast now , thou hadst best not linger , Arthur . " But he did linger , till once more he had drawn from her the ...
... night , and to - morrow's sun will soon guide thee to a frontier town ; thy road will be easy then . Night is falling so fast now , thou hadst best not linger , Arthur . " But he did linger , till once more he had drawn from her the ...
Pagina 12
... night's temple that burn'd : But the charm yet more dear to a bosom of feeling , Is the pleasure that springs from " affection re- turn'd . " For what is the world , and its beauty around us , The grace of its moonlight , the voice of ...
... night's temple that burn'd : But the charm yet more dear to a bosom of feeling , Is the pleasure that springs from " affection re- turn'd . " For what is the world , and its beauty around us , The grace of its moonlight , the voice of ...
Pagina 16
... night was dark , and a sleety rain drove in their faces , and nearly blinded them , as they laboured to stem the force of the stream and win the shore . Nearer and louder sounded the rush of the falling water ; more and more imminent ...
... night was dark , and a sleety rain drove in their faces , and nearly blinded them , as they laboured to stem the force of the stream and win the shore . Nearer and louder sounded the rush of the falling water ; more and more imminent ...
Pagina 19
... night she might have been saved " was the ever - recurring and torturing thought . Again and again he resolved to atone by devotion to his child for all his faults towards her mother , and to supply to her the parent she had lost . But ...
... night she might have been saved " was the ever - recurring and torturing thought . Again and again he resolved to atone by devotion to his child for all his faults towards her mother , and to supply to her the parent she had lost . But ...
Pagina 20
... night . And standing in the ancient pile , I see the windows arch'd and dim ; Where pictur'd angels sweetly smile On pictur'd cherubim . I listen to the sacred word , Till sound in silence dies ; and then , Deep echoing from the walls ...
... night . And standing in the ancient pile , I see the windows arch'd and dim ; Where pictur'd angels sweetly smile On pictur'd cherubim . I listen to the sacred word , Till sound in silence dies ; and then , Deep echoing from the walls ...
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Pagina 37 - Just for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat — Found the one gift of which fortune bereft us, Lost all the others, she lets us devote ; They, with the gold to give, doled him out silver, So much was theirs who so little allowed : How all our copper had gone for his service ! Rags, — were they purple, his heart had been proud...
Pagina 213 - We must not make a scare-crow of the law, ' Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape, till custom make it Their perch, and not their terror.
Pagina 37 - We that had loved him so, followed him, honoured him, Lived in his mild and magnificent eye, Learned his great language, caught his clear accents, Made him our pattern to live and to die ! Shakespeare was of us, Milton was for us, Burns, Shelley, were with us, — they watch from their graves ! He alone breaks from the van and the freemen, He alone sinks to the rear and the slaves...
Pagina 122 - See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul.
Pagina 37 - One more devils'-triumph and sorrow for angels, One wrong more to man, one more insult to God ! Life's night begins : let him never come back to us ! There would be doubt, hesitation and pain, Forced praise on our part — the glimmer of twilight, Never glad confident morning again...
Pagina 122 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Pagina 271 - For over all there hung a cloud of fear ; A sense of mystery the spirit daunted, And said, as plain as whisper in the ear, The place is haunted...
Pagina 126 - Here the self-torturing sophist, wild Rousseau, The apostle of Affliction, he who threw Enchantment over passion, and from woe Wrung overwhelming eloquence, first drew The breath which made him wretched ; yet he knew How to make madness beautiful, and cast O'er erring deeds and thoughts a heavenly hue Of words, like sunbeams, dazzling as they past The eyes, which o'er them shed tears feelingly and fast.
Pagina 28 - Who was her father? Who was her mother? Had she a sister? Had she a brother? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet than all other? Alas! for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun ! Oh! it was pitiful! Near a whole city full Home she had none.
Pagina 62 - And dazzle not thy deep-blue eyes; but, oh! While gazing on them sterner eyes will gush, And into mine my mother's weakness rush, Soft as the last drops round heaven's airy bow. For, through thy long dark lashes, low depending, The soul of melancholy Gentleness Gleams like a seraph from the sky descending, Above...