The Literary magnet of the belles lettres, science, and the fine arts, ed. by Tobias Merton. Vol.1 - new ser., vol.[2. Vol.2 of the new ser. wants all after p.192]., Volum 4Tobias Merton (pseud) 1826 |
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Pàgina 8
... King's Bench hath it , of his nature ; so much so , indeed , that he mastered , travestied , and turned to account the ethics of Aristotle , Plato , and Xenophon , with as much tact and felicity , as the humour of Lucian , and the ...
... King's Bench hath it , of his nature ; so much so , indeed , that he mastered , travestied , and turned to account the ethics of Aristotle , Plato , and Xenophon , with as much tact and felicity , as the humour of Lucian , and the ...
Pàgina 25
... King's Bench . ( Calls ) Peter ! Enter PETER . N. Well , Peter - Any body called ? P. Oh ! yes Sir , lots of duns . N. Ah ! they never go out of town , except after their creditors.- you any letters ? Have P. These two , and a parcel ...
... King's Bench . ( Calls ) Peter ! Enter PETER . N. Well , Peter - Any body called ? P. Oh ! yes Sir , lots of duns . N. Ah ! they never go out of town , except after their creditors.- you any letters ? Have P. These two , and a parcel ...
Pàgina 32
... King of France . Damask roses are better than any : hence , some call them musks . - Then , as to the sweet briar , the wild briar , with prickly tips , and the white - flowered dog - rose - none of them belong to Venus , though they ...
... King of France . Damask roses are better than any : hence , some call them musks . - Then , as to the sweet briar , the wild briar , with prickly tips , and the white - flowered dog - rose - none of them belong to Venus , though they ...
Pàgina 35
... king of England . At the cell of the hermit we find the Crusader and his late antagonist , Ilderim the Saracen . Both are retired to rest , when the anchorite , a * By the Author of Waverley , and Quentin Durward . 4 vols . Edinburgh ...
... king of England . At the cell of the hermit we find the Crusader and his late antagonist , Ilderim the Saracen . Both are retired to rest , when the anchorite , a * By the Author of Waverley , and Quentin Durward . 4 vols . Edinburgh ...
Pàgina 38
... king is in the enjoyment of a refreshing slumber , two members of his court , the Master of the Knights Templars , a proud and arrogant soldier and priest , and Conrade the Marquis of Montserrat , mutually confide in each other their ...
... king is in the enjoyment of a refreshing slumber , two members of his court , the Master of the Knights Templars , a proud and arrogant soldier and priest , and Conrade the Marquis of Montserrat , mutually confide in each other their ...
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The Literary magnet of the belles lettres, science, and the fine ..., Volum 1 Tobias Merton (pseud) Visualització completa - 1824 |
The Literary magnet of the belles lettres, science, and the fine ..., Volums 1-2 Tobias Merton (pseud) Visualització completa - 1826 |
The Literary magnet of the belles lettres, science, and the fine ..., Volum 3 Tobias Merton (pseud) Visualització completa - 1825 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 201 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Pàgina 235 - The bride kissed the goblet : the knight took it up, He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup. She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh, With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar, 'Now tread we a measure !
Pàgina 114 - I cannot blame him : at my nativity The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes, Of burning cressets ; and at my birth The frame and huge foundation of the earth Shak'd like a coward.
Pàgina 115 - Why, so can I ; or so can any man : But will they come, when you do call for them ? Glend.
Pàgina 245 - LET others seek for empty joys, At ball, or concert, rout, or play ; Whilst far from Fashion's idle noise, Her gilded domes, and trappings gay, I while the wintry eve away,— 'Twixt book and lute the hours divide ; And marvel how I e'er could stray From thee — my own Fire-side ! My own Fire-side ! Those simple words Can bid the sweetest dreams arise ; Awaken Feeling's tenderest chords, And fill with tears of joy...
Pàgina 78 - Accompany the noonday nightingales ; And all the place is peopled with sweet airs ; The light clear element which the isle wears Is heavy with the scent of lemon-flowers, Which floats like mist laden with unseen showers, And falls upon the eyelids like faint sleep ; And from the moss violets and jonquils peep, And dart their arrowy odour through the brain, Till you might faint with that delicious pain.
Pàgina 78 - To other lands, leave azure chasms of calm Over this isle, or weep themselves in dew, From which its fields and woods ever renew Their green and golden immortality.
Pàgina 243 - We saw her mighty cable riven Like floating gossamer ! We saw her proud flag struck that morn, A star once o'er the seas, Her helm beat down, her deck uptorn, — And sadder things than these ! We saw her treasures cast away ; The rocks with pearls were sown...
Pàgina 202 - THE WORLD'S WANDERERS. TELL me, thou star, whose wings of light Speed thee in thy fiery flight, In what cavern of the night Will thy pinions close now? Tell me, moon, thou pale and gray Pilgrim of heaven's homeless way, In what depth of night or day Seekest thou repose now? Weary wind, who wanderest Like the world's rejected guest, Hast thou still some secret nest On the tree or billow?
Pàgina 79 - An envy of the isles, a pleasure-house Made sacred to his sister and his spouse. It scarce seems now a wreck of human art...