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 4
... breath With kisses . Ah ! thy lips are cold , are dumb ; Where is thy love ? ah ! who has stolen it from me ? [ Turning from him . FAUSTUS . Come , follow me , my love . Take courage : yet I'll press thee to my heart a thousand times ...
... breath With kisses . Ah ! thy lips are cold , are dumb ; Where is thy love ? ah ! who has stolen it from me ? [ Turning from him . FAUSTUS . Come , follow me , my love . Take courage : yet I'll press thee to my heart a thousand times ...
Pàgina 4
... breath With kisses . Ah ! thy lips are cold , are dumb ; Where is thy love ? ah ! who has stolen it from me ? [ Turning from him . FAUSTUS . Come , follow me , my love . Take courage : yet I'll press thee to my heart a thousand times ...
... breath With kisses . Ah ! thy lips are cold , are dumb ; Where is thy love ? ah ! who has stolen it from me ? [ Turning from him . FAUSTUS . Come , follow me , my love . Take courage : yet I'll press thee to my heart a thousand times ...
Pàgina 18
... breath grew thick , did I adjust them to my back , but my intended flight was retarded till last Monday : alas , I little anti- cipated its unfortunate termination . The clock struck eleven , when starting from my bed , I pulled off my ...
... breath grew thick , did I adjust them to my back , but my intended flight was retarded till last Monday : alas , I little anti- cipated its unfortunate termination . The clock struck eleven , when starting from my bed , I pulled off my ...
Pàgina 21
... breath , Holds up the mirror to the soul : Nor such as moisten the dark cells Where , whilst the slaves the rack prepare , The stern Inquisitor compels Even god - like virtue to despair . These bitter waters of distress Arise from other ...
... breath , Holds up the mirror to the soul : Nor such as moisten the dark cells Where , whilst the slaves the rack prepare , The stern Inquisitor compels Even god - like virtue to despair . These bitter waters of distress Arise from other ...
Pàgina 51
... breath of voluptuousness may not dim its brightness . Such persons are seldom what are termed good company , and are especially out at a convivial meeting or a feast ; for this reason all bons vivants have a particular antipathy for ...
... breath of voluptuousness may not dim its brightness . Such persons are seldom what are termed good company , and are especially out at a convivial meeting or a feast ; for this reason all bons vivants have a particular antipathy for ...
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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...