Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, Band 14John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell Leavitt, Throw and Company, 1848 |
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... France , Literary Statistics of , for 15 years.— Bentley's Miscellany , French Philosophy , Recent . See Philosophy . Fire Worshippers . See Zoroaster . G. Goethe , Female Characters of . See Female Characters . 327 Greece , Seven Sages ...
... France , Literary Statistics of , for 15 years.— Bentley's Miscellany , French Philosophy , Recent . See Philosophy . Fire Worshippers . See Zoroaster . G. Goethe , Female Characters of . See Female Characters . 327 Greece , Seven Sages ...
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... France . See France . Plato , Genius of -Edinburgh Review , Philosophy , Recent French . - North British Review , 98 356 233 333 My Childhood's Tune , 284 ; Live and Let Live ; Treasure not the Costly Gem ; The Mountain Maid ; Sonnet ...
... France . See France . Plato , Genius of -Edinburgh Review , Philosophy , Recent French . - North British Review , 98 356 233 333 My Childhood's Tune , 284 ; Live and Let Live ; Treasure not the Costly Gem ; The Mountain Maid ; Sonnet ...
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... France , or the showy and too often superficial instruction which falls to the lot of the English maiden . She is not educated for show , nor regarded as an or- nament , and the consequence is that she is rarely either showy or ...
... France , or the showy and too often superficial instruction which falls to the lot of the English maiden . She is not educated for show , nor regarded as an or- nament , and the consequence is that she is rarely either showy or ...
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... France , her old yet busy cities rejoice ture of the defeated angels , the singular in treasures of native art ; music has gone versatile and emphatically original genius into the hearts of her people ; and , for its of Ireland ...
... France , her old yet busy cities rejoice ture of the defeated angels , the singular in treasures of native art ; music has gone versatile and emphatically original genius into the hearts of her people ; and , for its of Ireland ...
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... France , that the rational doc- taste , as in the prosecution of every other trines of liberal and enlightened Protestant- subject , cases will be found which cannot ism , compared with the old exacting creed , be made analagous , and ...
... France , that the rational doc- taste , as in the prosecution of every other trines of liberal and enlightened Protestant- subject , cases will be found which cannot ism , compared with the old exacting creed , be made analagous , and ...
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Seite 413 - Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare ; Bold lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve ; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair ! Ah, happy, happy boughs ! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu...
Seite 412 - Until the poppied warmth of sleep oppress'd Her soothed limbs, and soul fatigued away ; Flown, like a thought, until the morrow-day ; Blissfully haven'd both from joy and pain; Clasp'd like a missal where swart Paynims pray; Blinded alike from sunshine and from rain, As though a rose should shut, and be a bud again.
Seite 520 - My wits begin to turn. Come on, my boy : how dost, my boy ? art cold ? I am cold myself. Where is this straw, my fellow ? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel. Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart That's sorry yet for thee.
Seite 413 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Seite 412 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon ; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint : She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven : Porphyro grew faint : She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Seite 396 - If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Seite 412 - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in seaweed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.
Seite 409 - Homer ruled as his demesne ; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Seite 521 - Lear. Be your tears wet ? yes, faith. I pray, weep not : If you have poison for me I will drink it. I know you do not love me ; for your sisters Have, as I do remember, done me wrong : You have some cause, they have not. Cor. No cause, no cause.
Seite 105 - Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains, They crowned him long ago On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds, With a diadem of snow.