New Monthly Magazine, and Universal Register, Volum 8Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Thomas Hood, Theodore Edward Hook, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth E. W. Allen, 1823 |
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Pàgina 11
... Death o'er the arm'd hosts is flying , The Simoom from his wing their hearts - blood is drying , From the slumber of life into death they have past , And his is the march like a rustling blast , Their prowess and strength defying ...
... Death o'er the arm'd hosts is flying , The Simoom from his wing their hearts - blood is drying , From the slumber of life into death they have past , And his is the march like a rustling blast , Their prowess and strength defying ...
Pàgina 31
... death itself is less intolerable than the fear of it . Let it not be imagined that I am seeking to screen any of these unhappy men from the consequences of their hallucination ; I am merely assert- ing a singular property of the mind ...
... death itself is less intolerable than the fear of it . Let it not be imagined that I am seeking to screen any of these unhappy men from the consequences of their hallucination ; I am merely assert- ing a singular property of the mind ...
Pàgina 41
... Death is a sad radical : Horace assures us , that even in his days it was a matter of perfect indifference to the ghastly destroyer whether he aimed his dart at the towers of kings , or the hovels of the peasantry ; and in these ...
... Death is a sad radical : Horace assures us , that even in his days it was a matter of perfect indifference to the ghastly destroyer whether he aimed his dart at the towers of kings , or the hovels of the peasantry ; and in these ...
Pàgina 47
... death yet , indeed , but death as no man ever saw it - not death approaching , but death departing : the dark and terrible insen- sibility of the grave is yielding to the life and light of the upper world ; d ; the awful preparation for ...
... death yet , indeed , but death as no man ever saw it - not death approaching , but death departing : the dark and terrible insen- sibility of the grave is yielding to the life and light of the upper world ; d ; the awful preparation for ...
Pàgina 50
... death , before I fell into a delightful sleep , to dream of the busy and infatuated multitudes that had bewildered my senses during the day . THE GODS OF GREECE . FROM SCHILLER . FAIR beings of the fable - land ! How bless'd the race of ...
... death , before I fell into a delightful sleep , to dream of the busy and infatuated multitudes that had bewildered my senses during the day . THE GODS OF GREECE . FROM SCHILLER . FAIR beings of the fable - land ! How bless'd the race of ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 113 - It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that I wrote the last lines of the last page, in a summer-house in my garden. After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent.
Pàgina 539 - O'er-run and trampled on: then what they do in present, Though less than yours in past, must o'ertop yours; For time is like a fashionable host That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And, with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps in the comer: welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing.
Pàgina 160 - Far down, and shining through their stillness lies ! Thou hast the starry gems, the burning gold, Won from ten thousand royal argosies ! — . Sweep o'er thy spoils, thou wild and wrathful main...
Pàgina 41 - Ye winds that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me ? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.
Pàgina 177 - Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen Full many a sprightly race Disporting on thy margent green The paths of pleasure trace; Who foremost now delight to cleave With pliant arm, thy glassy wave? The captive linnet which enthral? What idle progeny succeed To chase the rolling circle's speed, Or urge the flying ball?
Pàgina 540 - High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin...
Pàgina 264 - In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
Pàgina 229 - Turk: false of heart, light of ear, bloody of hand; hog in sloth, fox in stealth, wolf in greediness, dog in madness, lion in prey.
Pàgina 160 - Give back the lost and lovely! — those for whom The place was kept at board and hearth so long! The prayer went up through midnight's breathless gloom, And the vain yearning woke 'midst festal song!
Pàgina 273 - Go, let oblivion's curtain fall Upon the stage of men, Nor with thy rising beams recall Life's tragedy again. Its piteous pageants bring not back, Nor waken flesh, upon the rack Of pain anew to writhe ; Stretch'd in disease's shapes abhorr'd, Or mown in battle by the sword, Like grass beneath the scythe.