Ladies' Magazine, Band 1Putnam & Hunt, 1828 |
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... fear of incurring the ridicule of the world , no more deserves the epithet of brave , than does the soldier , who is goaded on by the sword of his officer to the combat . Much is said of the inutility of the laws to check duelling , but ...
... fear of incurring the ridicule of the world , no more deserves the epithet of brave , than does the soldier , who is goaded on by the sword of his officer to the combat . Much is said of the inutility of the laws to check duelling , but ...
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... Fear his firmness move , And felt there was no perfect sway Save what is built on love . " Show me a king . " - They brought a child Clad in his robe of white , His golden curls waved loose and wild , His full blue eye was bright . A ...
... Fear his firmness move , And felt there was no perfect sway Save what is built on love . " Show me a king . " - They brought a child Clad in his robe of white , His golden curls waved loose and wild , His full blue eye was bright . A ...
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... fear , were all unknown to her . Still such was the impression that our past troubles left on her mind , that thirty years after , she could not speak of them with coolness ; and it was necessary for her to use all the power of her ...
... fear , were all unknown to her . Still such was the impression that our past troubles left on her mind , that thirty years after , she could not speak of them with coolness ; and it was necessary for her to use all the power of her ...
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... fear of giving offence , to permit the work under your care to become the reposi- tory of those long , lovesick , lamentable tales , written with- out plan or aim , and only concluded , when the author has exhausted every five syllable ...
... fear of giving offence , to permit the work under your care to become the reposi- tory of those long , lovesick , lamentable tales , written with- out plan or aim , and only concluded , when the author has exhausted every five syllable ...
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... fears that he would gain the favor of Ann , had operated to make Obed fancy himself violently in love with his cousin ; and he studiously endeavored to display advantageously before her , what he considered of vast importance , his fine ...
... fears that he would gain the favor of Ann , had operated to make Obed fancy himself violently in love with his cousin ; and he studiously endeavored to display advantageously before her , what he considered of vast importance , his fine ...
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Seite 411 - O'er Gunga's mimic sea ! I miss thee at the dawning gray, When, on our deck reclined, In careless ease my limbs I lay And woo the cooler wind. I miss thee when by Gunga's stream My twilight steps I guide, But most beneath the lamp's pale beam I miss thee from my side.
Seite 328 - O'er other creatures: yet, when I approach Her loveliness, so absolute she seems, And in herself complete, so well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best. All higher knowledge in her presence falls Degraded : wisdom in discourse with her Loses, discountenanced, and like folly shows...
Seite 369 - Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence : Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality. And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy ; They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts, They take a weight from off our waking toils, They do divide our being...
Seite 459 - WHAT is that, Mother ? The lark, my child ! The morn has but just looked out, and smiled ; When he starts, from his humble, grassy nest, And is up and away, with the dew on his breast, And a hymn in his heart, to yon pure, bright sphere, To warble it out, in his Maker's ear : Ever my child, be thy morn's first lays, Tuned,' like the lark's, to thy Maker's praise. What is that, Mother...
Seite 194 - ... durable, because more natural, and which, according to the different views in which we survey her, is capable either of exalting beyond measure, or diminishing the lustre of her character. This prejudice is founded on the consideration of her sex. When we contemplate...
Seite 50 - And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
Seite 460 - What is that, mother ? The swan, my love. — He is floating down from his native grove, No loved one now, no nestling nigh ; He is floating down by himself to die ; Death darkens his eye, and unplumes his wings, Yet the sweetest song is the last he sings. Live so, my love, that when Death shall come, Swan-like and sweet, it may waft thee home.
Seite 50 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh ! night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong ; Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along From peak to peak the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud ! And this is in the night.
Seite 150 - It yearns me not if men my garments wear; Such outward things dwell not in my desires: But if it be a sin to covet honor, I am the most offending soul alive.