The Eagle: A Magazine, المجلدات 3-4W. Metcalfe, 1863 |
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... sweet lyres , We sought the same deep waters for our oars , And plucked the same fair flowerets on the shores By which we sped in giddy youth's desires . And still our hearts are warmed by kindred fires While from an earthly fane our ...
... sweet lyres , We sought the same deep waters for our oars , And plucked the same fair flowerets on the shores By which we sped in giddy youth's desires . And still our hearts are warmed by kindred fires While from an earthly fane our ...
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... sweet under- growth can force their way up through them , and even where the ground is free from stones at the surface , I am sure that at a little distance down , stones would be found packed in the same way . One cannot take one's ...
... sweet under- growth can force their way up through them , and even where the ground is free from stones at the surface , I am sure that at a little distance down , stones would be found packed in the same way . One cannot take one's ...
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... Sweet voices , heavenly shapes , And joying , more than mortals glad ; Save only one , the fairest far , Whose brow is clear and pale and sad , As the sweet evening star . Long lingered they beside the streams , And long thro ' winding ...
... Sweet voices , heavenly shapes , And joying , more than mortals glad ; Save only one , the fairest far , Whose brow is clear and pale and sad , As the sweet evening star . Long lingered they beside the streams , And long thro ' winding ...
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... sweet , As lightens all his toils . On her supporting arm he rests , With her the weary way is past ; Sweep Hope , of all our heavenly guests The fairest , and the last ! 00 * ® JOHNIAN WORTHIES . No. I. ROGER ASCHAM . [ I 44 Hope .
... sweet , As lightens all his toils . On her supporting arm he rests , With her the weary way is past ; Sweep Hope , of all our heavenly guests The fairest , and the last ! 00 * ® JOHNIAN WORTHIES . No. I. ROGER ASCHAM . [ I 44 Hope .
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... sweet , the only drawback being , that the cricket - match did not take place under the eyes of the fair beauties of Madeira . Our other matches were ( 1 ) against the crews of the Gorgon and Firebrand , ' which had lately steamed into ...
... sweet , the only drawback being , that the cricket - match did not take place under the eyes of the fair beauties of Madeira . Our other matches were ( 1 ) against the crews of the Gorgon and Firebrand , ' which had lately steamed into ...
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الصفحة 275 - CALL it not vain ¡—they do not err, Who say, that when the Poet dies, Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies : Who say, tall cliff, and cavern lone, For the departed Bard make moan ; That mountains weep in crystal rill ; That flowers in tears of balm distil ; Through his loved groves that breezes sigh, And oaks, in deeper groan, reply; And rivers teach their rushing wave To murmur dirges round his grave.
الصفحة 172 - And the glorious Majesty of the Lord our God be upon us : prosper thou the work of our hands upon us, O prosper thou our handy-work.
الصفحة 185 - Tu-whit, tu-who ! a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit, tu-who...
الصفحة 65 - Delightful task! to rear the tender thought, To teach the young idea how to shoot, To pour the fresh instruction o'er the mind, To breathe the' enlivening spirit, and to fix The generous purpose in the glowing breast.
الصفحة 205 - For woman is not undevelopt man, But diverse : could we make her as the man, Sweet Love were slain : his dearest bond is this, Not like to like, hut like in difference.
الصفحة 348 - Immediately the mountains huge appear Emergent, and their broad bare backs upheave Into the clouds; their tops ascend the sky: So high as heaved the tumid hills, so low Down sunk a hollow bottom broad and deep, Capacious bed of waters...
الصفحة 213 - He that negotiates between God and man, As God's ambassador, the grand concerns Of judgment and of mercy, should beware Of lightness in his speech. Tis pitiful To court a grin, when you should woo a soul ; To break a jest, when pity would inspire Pathetic exhortation ; and to address The skittish fancy with facetious tales, When sent with God's commission to the heart ! So did not Paul.
الصفحة 171 - Endue the creatures with Thy grace, That shall adorn Thy dwelling-place ; The beauty of the oak and pine, The gold and silver, make them Thine.
الصفحة 15 - But when thou art bidden, go and sit down in the lowest room; that when he that bade thee cometh, he may say unto thee, Friend, go up higher...
الصفحة 194 - Dear mother Ida, harken ere I die. It was the deep midnoon: one silvery cloud Had lost his way between the piney sides Of this long glen. Then to the bower they came, Naked they came to that smooth-swarded bower, And at their feet the crocus brake like fire, Violet, amaracus, and asphodel, Lotos and lilies: and a wind arose, And overhead the wandering ivy and vine, This way and that, in many a wild festoon Ran riot, garlanding the gnarled boughs With bunch and berry and flower thro