Zeitgenossen: ein biographisches Magazin für die Geschichte unserer Zeit

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Brodhaus, 1829
 

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Pagina 57 - His head was bound with pansies overblown, And faded violets, white, and pied, and blue; And a light spear topped with a cypress cone, Round whose rude shaft dark ivy-tresses grew, Yet dripping with the forest's noonday dew, Vibrated, as the ever-beating heart Shook the weak hand that grasp'd it; of that crew He came the last ; neglected and apart ; A herd-abandon'd deer, struck by the hunter's dart.
Pagina 50 - And from that hour did I with earnest thought Heap knowledge from forbidden mines of lore, Yet nothing that my tyrants knew or taught I cared to learn, but from that secret store Wrought linked armour for my soul, before It might walk forth to war among mankind...
Pagina 57 - Midst others of less note, came one frail Form, A phantom among men; companionless As the last cloud of an expiring storm Whose thunder is its knell; he, as I guess, Had gazed on Nature's naked loveliness, Actaeon-like, and now he fled astray With feeble steps o'er the world's wilderness, And his own thoughts, along that rugged way, Pursued, like raging hounds, their father and their prey.
Pagina 25 - Jean VI , son père , durant les troubles du Brésil ; traduite sur les lettres originales; précédée de la vie de cet empereur et suivie de pièces justificatives, par Eugène de Monglave, 36o p.
Pagina 58 - Sinks sweetly smiling : not the faintest breath Steals o'er the unruffled deep ; the clouds of eve Reflect unmoved the lingering beam of day ; And Vesper's image on the western main Is beautifully still. To-morrow comes : Cloud upon cloud, in dark and deepening mass...
Pagina 58 - Tempest unfolds its pinion o'er the gloom That shrouds the boiling surge ; the pitiless fiend, With all his winds and lightnings, tracks his prey; The torn deep yawns, — the vessel finds a grave Beneath its jagged gulf.
Pagina 54 - The toil which stole from thee so many an hour Is ended — and the fruit is at thy feet ! No longer where the woods to frame a bower With interlaced branches mix and meet, Or where, with sound like many voices sweet, Waterfalls leap among wild islands green Which framed for my lone boat a lone retreat Of moss-grown trees and weeds, shall I be seen : But beside thee, where still my heart has ever been.
Pagina 48 - A Letter to the Committee for raising the Naval Pillar or Monument, under the patronage of His Royal Highness the Duke of Gloucester.
Pagina 76 - A Letter to CHARLES HENRY PARRY, MD, FRS, &c. &c. on the Influence of Artificial Eruptions, in certain Diseases incidental to the Human Body; with an Inquiry respecting the probable Advantages to be derived from further Experiments.
Pagina 75 - Varieties and Modifications of the Vaccine Pustule occasioned by an Herpetic State of the Skin.

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