Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, Том 14John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell Leavitt, Throw and Company, 1848 |
Из књиге
Резултати 1-5 од 100
Страница 5
... kind good family , wealthy , and independent , why might really be addressed by her to me . In this should you allow yourself to be made the instru- way I succeeded in mystifying myself , whilst I was engaged in making another ...
... kind good family , wealthy , and independent , why might really be addressed by her to me . In this should you allow yourself to be made the instru- way I succeeded in mystifying myself , whilst I was engaged in making another ...
Страница 13
... kind and tenderly affec- every means in his power , hopes which he tionate to his family and his friends , is the never intended to gratify , and from gratify- very model of a good knight of the olden ing which he was hindered by ...
... kind and tenderly affec- every means in his power , hopes which he tionate to his family and his friends , is the never intended to gratify , and from gratify- very model of a good knight of the olden ing which he was hindered by ...
Страница 16
... kind of poetry which was possible , that royalty was a pageant kept up merely as original and indigenous poetry , in an age for the convenience of the community , and in which clearness , precision , and reality for preserving the ...
... kind of poetry which was possible , that royalty was a pageant kept up merely as original and indigenous poetry , in an age for the convenience of the community , and in which clearness , precision , and reality for preserving the ...
Страница 23
... kind of grouse called wood - partridges by minutes our guns assumed three different the Hudson's Bay people . The game is appearances . When we entered the house for the most part very tame in those they were clear , polished , and dry ...
... kind of grouse called wood - partridges by minutes our guns assumed three different the Hudson's Bay people . The game is appearances . When we entered the house for the most part very tame in those they were clear , polished , and dry ...
Страница 27
... kind , black as coal , with a white tuft to his tail , looking anxiously about him , his fore paw fast in the jaws of a trap , with which a heavy log , fasten- ed by a chain , prevents his making off . In the distance , the Indian , gun ...
... kind , black as coal , with a white tuft to his tail , looking anxiously about him , his fore paw fast in the jaws of a trap , with which a heavy log , fasten- ed by a chain , prevents his making off . In the distance , the Indian , gun ...
Друга издања - Прикажи све
Чести термини и фразе
admiration ancient appeared beautiful called Chalmers character Charles Martel Church Coleridge court daugh death earth England English eyes father favor feeling feet France French genius German give Goethe Guizot hand happy head heart heaven honor Horace Walpole human interest King labor Lady Lamartine land less letter literary literature living look Lord Hervey Louis Blanc Louis Philippe manner Masaniello ment miles mind minister moral mountains Naples nation nature ness never night Odilon Barrot Paris passed passion Periander Persian person philosophy Plato poet political poor present Prince Prince Metternich Protagoras Queen racter readers revolution Roman Saint-Simon Saint-Simonian seems sion Sledy Socrates songs soul Southey speak spirit things thou thought tion true truth utterance whole words writing young youth
Популарни одломци
Страница 413 - Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare ; Bold lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve ; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair ! Ah, happy, happy boughs ! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu...
Страница 412 - Until the poppied warmth of sleep oppress'd Her soothed limbs, and soul fatigued away ; Flown, like a thought, until the morrow-day ; Blissfully haven'd both from joy and pain; Clasp'd like a missal where swart Paynims pray; Blinded alike from sunshine and from rain, As though a rose should shut, and be a bud again.
Страница 520 - My wits begin to turn. Come on, my boy : how dost, my boy ? art cold ? I am cold myself. Where is this straw, my fellow ? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel. Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart That's sorry yet for thee.
Страница 413 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Страница 412 - 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, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint : She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven : Porphyro grew faint : She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Страница 396 - If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Страница 412 - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in seaweed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.
Страница 409 - Homer ruled as his demesne ; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Страница 521 - Lear. Be your tears wet ? yes, faith. I pray, weep not : If you have poison for me I will drink it. I know you do not love me ; for your sisters Have, as I do remember, done me wrong : You have some cause, they have not. Cor. No cause, no cause.
Страница 105 - Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains, They crowned him long ago On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds, With a diadem of snow.