Spirit of the English Magazines, Volum 11Munroe and Francis, 1822 |
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Side 6
... flower 251 Athwart the city's street Come , fairest nymph , resume thy reign 368 Cupid and my Čampaspe play'd 90 200 Ballads by Clare 42 Day breaks on the mountain 368 Berrardo del Carpio December 402 Brimful of bliss the goblet flow'd ...
... flower 251 Athwart the city's street Come , fairest nymph , resume thy reign 368 Cupid and my Čampaspe play'd 90 200 Ballads by Clare 42 Day breaks on the mountain 368 Berrardo del Carpio December 402 Brimful of bliss the goblet flow'd ...
Side 7
... flower 243 Joyful words , we meet again 348 The rose 951 The bee 952 Know'st thou the land where citrons scent the gale The cocks have now the morn foretold The stars were shining brightly 315 306 144 The winter flower 243 The mariner ...
... flower 243 Joyful words , we meet again 348 The rose 951 The bee 952 Know'st thou the land where citrons scent the gale The cocks have now the morn foretold The stars were shining brightly 315 306 144 The winter flower 243 The mariner ...
Side 9
... flower to. Now Nature , to her Maker's mandate true , Calls Spring's impartial heralds to the view . Behold bow lovely shine ... flowers of the numberless gardens : the whole country puts on its fairest garb , looking enchantingly , and ...
... flower to. Now Nature , to her Maker's mandate true , Calls Spring's impartial heralds to the view . Behold bow lovely shine ... flowers of the numberless gardens : the whole country puts on its fairest garb , looking enchantingly , and ...
Side 10
* The Comparison of the beauty of a flower to the richness of King Solomon's at- tire , was , perhaps , a favourite figure among the Eastern writers , and may be found in holy writ . ( Luke xii . 27. ) - The Fool , Vice , or Iniquity ...
* The Comparison of the beauty of a flower to the richness of King Solomon's at- tire , was , perhaps , a favourite figure among the Eastern writers , and may be found in holy writ . ( Luke xii . 27. ) - The Fool , Vice , or Iniquity ...
Side 11
... flower , or feather , to the man ; then went on to the next . The whole ceremony was over , I think , in less than two ... flowers . Pope gave the blessing , and walking along the side of the table opposite to them , handed each of them ...
... flower , or feather , to the man ; then went on to the next . The whole ceremony was over , I think , in less than two ... flowers . Pope gave the blessing , and walking along the side of the table opposite to them , handed each of them ...
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Side 262 - We are not of Alice, nor of thee, nor are we children at all. The children of Alice call Bartrum father. We are nothing ; less than nothing ; and dreams. We are only what might have been, and must wait upon the tedious shores of Lethe millions of ages before we have existence, and a name.
Side 262 - Then I told how for seven long years, in hope sometimes, sometimes in despair, yet persisting ever, I courted the fair Alice W n ; and, as much as children could understand, I explained to them what coyness, and difficulty, and denial meant in maidens — when suddenly, turning to Alice, the soul of the first Alice looked out at her eyes with such a reality of re-presentment, that I became in doubt which of them stood there before me, or whose that bright hair was...
Side 223 - Here lies Fred, Who was alive, and is dead. Had it been his father, I had much rather. Had it been his brother, Still better than another. Had it been his sister, No one would have missed her. Had it been the whole generation, Still better for the nation. But since 't is only Fred, Who was alive, and is dead, There's no more to be said.
Side 262 - I was lame-footed; and how when he died, though he had not been dead an hour, it seemed as if he had died a great while ago, such a distance there is betwixt life and death...
Side 319 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Side 261 - ... carried away to the owner's other house, where they were set up, and looked as awkward as if some one were to carry away the old tombs they had seen lately at the abbey, and stick them up in Lady C.'s tawdry gilt drawing-room. Here John smiled, as much as to say, " That would be foolish indeed.
Side 261 - ... or in lying about upon the fresh grass, with all the fine garden smells around me — or basking in the orangery, till I could almost fancy myself ripening too along with the oranges and the limes in that grateful warmth — or in watching the dace that darted to and fro in the fish-pond, at the bottom of the garden, with here and there a great sulky pike hanging midway down the water in silent state, as if it mocked at their impertinent friskings...
Side 200 - Cupid and my Campaspe played At cards for kisses — Cupid paid; He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows; Loses them too; then down he throws The coral of his lip, the rose Growing on's cheek (but none knows how), With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin; All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love! has she done this to thee? What shall, alas! become of me?
Side 250 - tis her privilege Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy...
Side 261 - CHILDREN love to listen to stories about their elders, when they were children ; to stretch their imagination to the conception of a traditionary great-uncle or grandame whom they never saw.