The New Mirror, Volumul 3George Pope Morris, Nathaniel Parker Willis Morris, Willis & Company, 1844 |
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Pagina 1
... Keep them until I call you to put them on again ! " said The name of " Greek count " has been for a long time , in Europe , the synonym for " adventurer " -a worse pendant " robber . " Not that a man is peculiar who is trying to make ...
... Keep them until I call you to put them on again ! " said The name of " Greek count " has been for a long time , in Europe , the synonym for " adventurer " -a worse pendant " robber . " Not that a man is peculiar who is trying to make ...
Pagina 3
... keep the whole together . Without me you would be of no account . All the instruments ( together . ) — I alone am the soul , and without me you are nothing ! Suddenly the director entered , and the instruments sepa- rated , frightened ...
... keep the whole together . Without me you would be of no account . All the instruments ( together . ) — I alone am the soul , and without me you are nothing ! Suddenly the director entered , and the instruments sepa- rated , frightened ...
Pagina 10
... keep He too is sharp - sighted , out of harm's way than the swan . but depends much on his sense of smell for ... keeping pace with his comrades , his eyes and nose in a position so as to give him the earliest intelligence of the ...
... keep He too is sharp - sighted , out of harm's way than the swan . but depends much on his sense of smell for ... keeping pace with his comrades , his eyes and nose in a position so as to give him the earliest intelligence of the ...
Pagina 23
... keep to yourself alone these fatal secrets ! " ble thus before me . Ten years ago , Vienna applauded with transport a cantatrice , young , beautiful , celebrated and pure , like you . A man , he who comes here to speak to you of love ...
... keep to yourself alone these fatal secrets ! " ble thus before me . Ten years ago , Vienna applauded with transport a cantatrice , young , beautiful , celebrated and pure , like you . A man , he who comes here to speak to you of love ...
Pagina 26
... Keep , if thou wilt , thy maiden peace , still calm and fancy- free ; For , God forbid ! thy gladsome heart should grow less glad for me ; Yet , while that heart is still unwon , oh ! bid not mine to rove , But let it nurse its humble ...
... Keep , if thou wilt , thy maiden peace , still calm and fancy- free ; For , God forbid ! thy gladsome heart should grow less glad for me ; Yet , while that heart is still unwon , oh ! bid not mine to rove , But let it nurse its humble ...
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Pagina 15 - Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired ; Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die, that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee ; How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair.
Pagina 153 - Looks through the horizontal misty air Shorn of his beams; or from behind the moon, In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.
Pagina 15 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Pagina 63 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony.
Pagina 94 - Many were the wit-combats betwixt him and Ben Jonson, which two I behold like a Spanish great galleon, and an English man-of-war ; Master Jonson (like the former) was built far higher in learning ; solid, but slow in his performances. Shakespeare...
Pagina 58 - t depends Not on the number, but the choice of friends. Books should, not business, entertain the light, And sleep, as undisturbed as death, the night. My house a cottage, more Than palace, and should fitting be For all my use, no luxury. My garden painted o'er With Nature's hand, not Art's ; and pleasures yield, Horace might envy in his Sabine field.
Pagina 94 - Soul of the age! The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare, rise! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room: Thou art a monument without a tomb, And art alive still while thy book doth live And we have wits to read and praise to give.
Pagina 60 - So serious should my youth appear among The thoughtless throng, So would I seem among the young and gay More grave than they, That in my age as cheerful I might be As the green winter of the Holly Tree, III LORD WILLIAM.
Pagina 66 - 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 wish thee long.
Pagina 272 - Oh ! it is great to shake off the trammels of the world and of public opinion — to lose our importunate, tormenting, everlasting personal identity in the elements of nature, and become the creature of the moment, clear of all ties — to hold to the universe only by a dish of sweetbreads, and to owe nothing but the score of the evening — and no longer seeking for applause and meeting with contempt, to be known by no other title than the Gentleman in the parlour!