The City of London Magazine, Volum 1,Edició 1 -Volum 2,Edició 9Smith, Elder and Company, 1843 |
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Pàgina 13
... were all about " radiant glory " and that ; And how the bright stars should be wondered at ; How the heavenly bodies were never at fault , And how the blue sky was an azure vault . And somehow or other the moon , and the skies.
... were all about " radiant glory " and that ; And how the bright stars should be wondered at ; How the heavenly bodies were never at fault , And how the blue sky was an azure vault . And somehow or other the moon , and the skies.
Pàgina 24
... glory's mantle ; how they gazed And clutched ideal swords and smote in air . Then softer melodies arose , the din Of warlike passions ceased - the mazy dance Was threaded by the young and fair ; the old Looked on , but not in envy - not ...
... glory's mantle ; how they gazed And clutched ideal swords and smote in air . Then softer melodies arose , the din Of warlike passions ceased - the mazy dance Was threaded by the young and fair ; the old Looked on , but not in envy - not ...
Pàgina 25
... into dust ; all , all was cold , And desolate , and still ! I could not gaze Longer upon the ruin . Thought recalled With touching truth each glory of the past— Then pointing to the present , burst at once The The Dream . 25.
... into dust ; all , all was cold , And desolate , and still ! I could not gaze Longer upon the ruin . Thought recalled With touching truth each glory of the past— Then pointing to the present , burst at once The The Dream . 25.
Pàgina 26
... glory ? Have thy wish : Youth shall return to thee , and giant strength Dwell in thy frame ; again the eager fire Of life's young hours shall kindle in thine eye , Thy step again be firm . Go ! grasp the sword ! Lead on mad crowds to ...
... glory ? Have thy wish : Youth shall return to thee , and giant strength Dwell in thy frame ; again the eager fire Of life's young hours shall kindle in thine eye , Thy step again be firm . Go ! grasp the sword ! Lead on mad crowds to ...
Pàgina 30
... glory stir the pens Of writers - verse and prose ; But mine's more sweet than other men's , ' Tis Juliana's nose . First , O inspiring Muse ! to thee I wish one word to say ; Shed thy divinest ray on me , And make me sweetly gay ...
... glory stir the pens Of writers - verse and prose ; But mine's more sweet than other men's , ' Tis Juliana's nose . First , O inspiring Muse ! to thee I wish one word to say ; Shed thy divinest ray on me , And make me sweetly gay ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
Anacreon appear audience beautiful brain breath called Capital Punishment cause character Cheers Church City of London Class Congregationalism crime dark death delight doctrine earth Edward Lytton effect Elocution eternal evil eyes fair fancy fear feel flowers give glorious glory hand happy hear heart Heaven honour hope human imagination Institution intellect Julius Cæsar lady Lectures light Literary live LONDON MAGAZINE look Macbeth man's means meet mesmerized mind moral murder nature neath never night o'er Pancake pass passion Percival Keene person phrenology pleasure poet poetry present punishment racter readers recitation remarks replied round Sandon scene Shakspere Slickey smile Society song Sonnets sorrow soul speak spirit sublime sweet tell thee things thou thought tion TITHES true truth voice whilst wild woman words write Wyliehart young
Passatges populars
Pàgina 143 - And surely your blood of your lives will I require : at the hand of every beast will I require it, and at the hand of man ; at the hand of every man's brother will I require the life of man. Whoso sheddeth man's blood, by man shall his blood be shed : for in the image of God made he man.
Pàgina 200 - Could I embody and unbosom now, That which is most within me, — could I wreak My thoughts upon expression, and thus throw Soul, heart, mind, passions, feelings, strong or weak, All that I would have sought, and all I seek, Bear, know, feel, and yet breathe — into one word, And that one word were lightning, I would speak ; But as it is, I live and die unheard, [sword.
Pàgina 198 - My soul is an enchanted boat, Which, like a sleeping swan, doth float Upon the silver waves of thy sweet singing ; And thine doth like an angel sit Beside the helm conducting it, Whilst all the winds with melody are ringing. It seems to float ever, for ever, Upon that many-winding river, Between mountains, woods, abysses, A paradise of wildernesses ! Till, like one in slumber bound Borne to the ocean, I float down, around, Into a sea profound of ever-spreading sound.
Pàgina 334 - In Books lies the soul of the whole Past Time ; the articulate audible voice of the Past, when the body and material substance of it has altogether vanished like a dream.
Pàgina 120 - I have of late — but wherefore I know not — lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises ; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory ; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Pàgina 337 - The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Pàgina 198 - The other shape, If shape it might be call'd, that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb, Or substance might be call'd that shadow seem'd, For each seem'd either ; black it stood as night, Fierce as ten furies, terrible as hell, And shook a dreadful dart ; what seem'd his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on.
Pàgina 188 - In lowly dale, fast by a river's side, With woody hill o'er hill encompassed round, A most enchanting wizard did abide, Than whom a fiend more fell is nowhere found. It was, I ween, a lovely spot of ground ; And there a season atween June and May, Half prankt with spring, with summer half imbrowned, A listless climate made, where, sooth to say, -- No living wight could work, ne cared even for play.
Pàgina 146 - And if a man lie not in wait, but God deliver him into his hand ; then I will appoint thee a place whither he shall flee. But if a man come presumptuously upon his neighbour, to slay him with guile ; thou shalt take him from mine altar, that he may die.
Pàgina 198 - DUKE'S PALACE. [Enter DUKE, CURIO, LORDS; MUSICIANS attending.] DUKE. 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.