The Inspector, and Literary Review, Volum 1H. Dixon, 1826 |
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acquaintance admiration affection amiable appearance Bath beautiful Bishop of Carlisle bosom cause Chancellor character charms church considered Court Court of Chancery creature Dartmoor daughter death delightful Der Freischütz display Duke of Mantua Earl of Marche Edwin Percy Emily endeavour fancy father favour feelings friends genius give glove grace hand happiness head heart heaven honour hope hour human imagination interest John Searl judgment labour lady London look Lord Chancellor Lord Cobham Lord Eldon manner marriage Martindale means mind morning Mortimer nature never o'er object observed opinion passion perhaps person perusal poet poetry poor possess present principles racter reader reason remarks replied respect ROBERT MONTGOMERY scene seemed serpent sigh Sir Hugh smile soul spirit talent taste tears thee thing thou thought Timotheus tion truth William Ogilvie woman words youth
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Side 272 - It is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a nun, Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven is on the sea. Listen '. the mighty Being is awake, And doth, with his eternal motion, make A sound like thunder—everlastingly
Side 272 - its majesty : This city now doth like a garment wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky ; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully sleep In his first splendour valley, rock, or hill; Ne'er saw I, never
Side 272 - In his first splendour valley, rock, or hill; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will;— Dear God! the very houses seem asleep, And all that mighty heart is lying still!
Side 211 - Ah! happy hills! ah, pleasing shade! Ah, fields beloved in vain ! Where once my careless childhood stray'd A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from you blow A momentary bliss bestow; As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to soothe, And redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Side 275 - Hence in a season of calm weather, Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither; Can in a moment travel thither, And see the children sport upon the shore,
Side 87 - which drown men in destruction and perdition. For the love of money is the root of all evil; which while some coveted after, they have erred from the faith, and pierced themselves through with many sorrows. One
Side 271 - Thanks to the human heart, by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears; To me, the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that too often lie too deep for tears.
Side 341 - Oh! ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay; I never loved a tree or flower, But 'twas the first to fade away. I never nursed a dear gazelle, To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to
Side 273 - an image of tranquillity, So calm and still, and looked so beautiful. Amid the uneasy thoughts that filled my mind, That what we feel of sorrow and despair, From ruin and from change, and all the grief The passing shows of being leave behind, Appeared an idle dream, that could not live Where meditation was.
Side 204 - resign'd, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind ? On some fond breast the parting soul relies, Some pious drops the closing eye requires; Ev'n