The Inspector, Literary Magazine and Review, Volum 2Effingham Wilson, 1827 |
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... thee ! crouch --- rebuff Shall be thy recompense ! from land to land The ancient thrones of Christendom are stuff , For occupation of a magic wand , And ' tis the Pope that wields it , --- whether rough Or smooth his front , our world ...
... thee ! crouch --- rebuff Shall be thy recompense ! from land to land The ancient thrones of Christendom are stuff , For occupation of a magic wand , And ' tis the Pope that wields it , --- whether rough Or smooth his front , our world ...
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... thee , tear , in Pleasure's gladdest hour , Steal from thy fount , and cool the glowing cheek : --- I've watched thee , tear , when grief's despondent power Had no interpreter but thee to speak . No dearer sight hath gentle Pity seen ...
... thee , tear , in Pleasure's gladdest hour , Steal from thy fount , and cool the glowing cheek : --- I've watched thee , tear , when grief's despondent power Had no interpreter but thee to speak . No dearer sight hath gentle Pity seen ...
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... thee , My doom is seal'd --- I cannot be Despis'd --- and yet live on . There came a fiend --- with with'ring breath He told a tale of shame ; Of blights on England's rosy wreath , Of scorn on Mary's name . The word of Calais on my ...
... thee , My doom is seal'd --- I cannot be Despis'd --- and yet live on . There came a fiend --- with with'ring breath He told a tale of shame ; Of blights on England's rosy wreath , Of scorn on Mary's name . The word of Calais on my ...
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... chord responsive in my breast Is touch'd by thee , that speaks of early joys And times , when once my troubled soul had rest . EDDISCOMBE COLLEGE . POETRY , PAINTING , AND MUSIC . [ We insert 40 LINES . ODDS AND ENDS. ...
... chord responsive in my breast Is touch'd by thee , that speaks of early joys And times , when once my troubled soul had rest . EDDISCOMBE COLLEGE . POETRY , PAINTING , AND MUSIC . [ We insert 40 LINES . ODDS AND ENDS. ...
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... thee up , man ! Some mangling criticism I'll wager . Come , come , be seated , and let me into the secret . Open your burden'd bosom , and I'll be the balm pourer . Never let a mortal oracle discompose you ; especially when it is ...
... thee up , man ! Some mangling criticism I'll wager . Come , come , be seated , and let me into the secret . Open your burden'd bosom , and I'll be the balm pourer . Never let a mortal oracle discompose you ; especially when it is ...
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Side 148 - twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane— as I do here.
Side 21 - THE way was long, the wind was cold, The Minstrel was infirm and old; His withered cheek, and tresses gray, Seemed to have known a better day ; The harp, his sole remaining joy, Was carried by an orphan boy.
Side 40 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Side 128 - Love is indestructible: Its holy flame for ever burneth ; From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth; Too oft on Earth a troubled guest, At times deceived, at times oppressed, It here is tried and purified, Then hath in Heaven its perfect rest: It soweth here with toil and care; But the harvest-time of Love is there.
Side 477 - 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.
Side 250 - Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell, Be thy intents wicked or charitable, Thou com'st in such a questionable shape, That I will speak to thee: I'll call thee Hamlet, King, father, royal Dane, O, answer me!
Side 128 - They sin who tell us Love can die. With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In Heaven ambition cannot dwell, Nor avarice in the vaults of Hell ; Earthly these passions of the Earth, They perish where they have their birth ; But Love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From Heaven it came to Heaven returneth...
Side 65 - A pillar of state ; deep on his front engraven Deliberation sat, and public care ; And princely counsel in his face yet shone Majestic, though in ruin : sage he stood, With Atlantean shoulders fit to bear The weight of mightiest monarchies ; his look Drew audience and attention still as night, Or summer's noontide air...
Side 20 - Heaven's ebon vault, Studded with stars unutterably bright. Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls, Seems like a canopy which love had spread To curtain her sleeping world. Yon gentle hills. Robed in a garment of untrodden snow...
Side 20 - How beautiful this night ! the balmiest sigh, Which vernal zephyrs breathe in evening's ear, Were discord to the speaking quietude That wraps this moveless scene. Heaven's ebon vault, Studded with stars unutterably bright, Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls, Seems like a canopy which love has spread To curtain her sleeping world.