The Literary Magnet of the Belles Lettres, Science, and the Fine Arts, Volume 1Tobias Merton W.C. Wright., 1824 |
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... breast . But tho ' he sleeps - his memory shall live , And pleasing comfort to the mourners give . No private interests did his soul invade , No foe he injur'd , no kind friend betray'd . He looked to virtue as his surest guide , Lived ...
... breast . But tho ' he sleeps - his memory shall live , And pleasing comfort to the mourners give . No private interests did his soul invade , No foe he injur'd , no kind friend betray'd . He looked to virtue as his surest guide , Lived ...
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... breasts of those , whose locality compels them to witness such marchings and counter - marchings , and whose pro- perty lies in the vicinity of these redoubtable operations . For my part , I have no danger to apprehend , living in a ...
... breasts of those , whose locality compels them to witness such marchings and counter - marchings , and whose pro- perty lies in the vicinity of these redoubtable operations . For my part , I have no danger to apprehend , living in a ...
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... breast Ne'er had felt its wonted rest , Had not I beside his door Dropt the miser's hidden store . Soon the marriage knot was tied Happy swain ! and happy bride ! LUPIN . Where the rock's indented form , Braves the fury of the storm , A ...
... breast Ne'er had felt its wonted rest , Had not I beside his door Dropt the miser's hidden store . Soon the marriage knot was tied Happy swain ! and happy bride ! LUPIN . Where the rock's indented form , Braves the fury of the storm , A ...
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... breasts lang after she is gane to heaven . " Weel , weel , as I war saying , Sir , I had walked mony a mile upon the broad stanes till my feet began to blister . I could na mak mysel weel under- stood , and I lost my road . I war unco ...
... breasts lang after she is gane to heaven . " Weel , weel , as I war saying , Sir , I had walked mony a mile upon the broad stanes till my feet began to blister . I could na mak mysel weel under- stood , and I lost my road . I war unco ...
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... breast of Glyndwr . But Sir Owen was clad in armour , beneath his garments , and so he re- ceived no hurt . At this act of treachery he was greatly enraged , and he drew his sword : whereupon Sele threw aside the bow , and drew his ...
... breast of Glyndwr . But Sir Owen was clad in armour , beneath his garments , and so he re- ceived no hurt . At this act of treachery he was greatly enraged , and he drew his sword : whereupon Sele threw aside the bow , and drew his ...
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Page 28 - The glorious company of the Apostles, The goodly fellowship of the Prophets, The noble army of Martyrs praise thee.
Page 363 - Nor less composure waits upon the roar Of distant floods, or on the softer voice Of neighbouring fountain, or of rills that slip Through the cleft rock, and, chiming as they fall Upon loose pebbles, lose themselves at length In matted grass, that with a livelier green Betrays the secret of their silent course.
Page 73 - Soft hour ! which wakes the wish and melts the heart Of those who sail the seas, on the first day When they from their sweet friends are torn apart; Or fills with love the pilgrim on his way As the far bell of vesper makes him start, Seeming to weep the dying day's decay...
Page 100 - There scattered oft, the earliest of the year, By hands unseen, are showers of violets found; The redbreast loves to build and warble there, And little footsteps lightly print the ground...
Page 250 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse, steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands : But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed, Oth.
Page 31 - Yet a little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to sleep ; so shall thy poverty come as one that travelleth, and thy want as an armed man.
Page 28 - Thou sittest at the right hand of God in the glory of the Father. We believe that thou shalt come to be our Judge. We therefore pray thee help thy servants whom thou hast redeemed with thy precious blood.
Page 8 - Therefore shall her plagues come in one day, death, and mourning, and famine; and she shall be utterly burned with fire: for strong is the Lord God who judgeth her.
Page 358 - For, in the flaxen lilies' shade It like a bank of lilies laid. Upon the roses it would feed, Until its lips e'en seem'd to bleed; And then to me 'twould boldly trip, And print those roses on my lip. But all its chief delight was still On roses thus itself to fill ; And its pure virgin limbs to fold In whitest sheets of lilies cold.
Page 405 - And so he became a Tory, as they ca' it, which we now ca' Jacobites, just out of a kind of needcessity, that he might belang to some side or other. He had nae...