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... June , By brooks , whose scanty streams have lan- guished long For rain , was heard ; -a tender , lapsing song , Sent up in homage to the quiet moon . He mused , ' till from a garden , near whose wall He leant , a melancholy voice was ...
... June , By brooks , whose scanty streams have lan- guished long For rain , was heard ; -a tender , lapsing song , Sent up in homage to the quiet moon . He mused , ' till from a garden , near whose wall He leant , a melancholy voice was ...
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... June . At " The process of manufacture is as fol- lows : The rice is first boiled , and after cooling a quantity of yest is added to it , and it is pressed into baskets , in which condition it is placed over a tub , or tubs , for eight ...
... June . At " The process of manufacture is as fol- lows : The rice is first boiled , and after cooling a quantity of yest is added to it , and it is pressed into baskets , in which condition it is placed over a tub , or tubs , for eight ...
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... June 19 , 1820 . MR EDITOR , THE very obliging manner in which you have accepted the offer of my cor- respondence , ought to have animated me to fresh exertions ; but human na- ture is human nature , and procrasti- nation forms a very ...
... June 19 , 1820 . MR EDITOR , THE very obliging manner in which you have accepted the offer of my cor- respondence , ought to have animated me to fresh exertions ; but human na- ture is human nature , and procrasti- nation forms a very ...
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... June 1820 . T THIS which the vulgar crowd so highly prize , Woman's sole pleasure and her only care , Beauty - frail plant that , long ere sunset , dies , Ah ! wretched he whose love no deeper Is nature's foulest stain - no jewel rare ...
... June 1820 . T THIS which the vulgar crowd so highly prize , Woman's sole pleasure and her only care , Beauty - frail plant that , long ere sunset , dies , Ah ! wretched he whose love no deeper Is nature's foulest stain - no jewel rare ...
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... June 27 , 1820 . * This lady is distinguished , both for the intellectual energies and warm bene- volence of her own character , and as being the widow of a pious and eminent dissent THE BYSTANDER . No. V. ONE evening lately , feeling ...
... June 27 , 1820 . * This lady is distinguished , both for the intellectual energies and warm bene- volence of her own character , and as being the widow of a pious and eminent dissent THE BYSTANDER . No. V. ONE evening lately , feeling ...
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The Edinburgh magazine, and literary miscellany, a new series ..., Volumes 1 à 2 Affichage du livre entier - 1818 |
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Page 315 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Page 315 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards : Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the queen-moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry fays...
Page 315 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild...
Page 542 - Wherefore if they shall say unto you, Behold, He is in the desert ; go not forth : behold, He is in the secret chambers ; believe it not. For as the lightning cometh out of the east, and shineth even unto the west ; so shall also the coming of the Son of man be.
Page 315 - But here there is no light Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. 1 cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs...
Page 450 - Had thrilled my guileless Genevieve ; The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve ; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long ! She wept with pity and delight ; She blushed with love, and maiden shame ; And like the murmur of a dream, I heard her breathe my name. Her bosom heaved — she stepped aside, As conscious of my look she stept — Then suddenly with timorous eye, She fled to me and wept.
Page 314 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon. And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon ; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest.
Page 314 - Of fruits, and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device, Innumerable of stains and splendid dyes, As are the tiger-moth's deep-damask'd wings; And in the midst, 'mong thousand heraldries, And twilight saints, and dim emblazonings, A shielded scutcheon blush'd with blood of queens and kings.
Page 314 - Anon his heart revives : her vespers done, Of all its wreathed pearls her hair she frees; Unclasps her warmed jewels one by one; Loosens her fragrant boddice; by degrees Her rich attire creeps rustling to her knees...
Page 315 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that ofttimes hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.