The Literary magnet of the belles lettres, science, and the fine arts, ed. by Tobias Merton. Vol.1 - new ser., vol.[2. Vol.2 of the new ser. wants all after p.192]., Volume 4Tobias Merton (pseud) 1826 |
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... Fancy , 263 Starlight , 170 Mary , a Ballad , 196 Meeting at Twilight , the , 73 Mental Account - Keeping , 124 Memoirs of the Countess De Genlis , no- tice of , with Extracts , 266 Morning Meditations , 66 My Own Fireside , by Alaric A ...
... Fancy , 263 Starlight , 170 Mary , a Ballad , 196 Meeting at Twilight , the , 73 Mental Account - Keeping , 124 Memoirs of the Countess De Genlis , no- tice of , with Extracts , 266 Morning Meditations , 66 My Own Fireside , by Alaric A ...
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... fancy we discern the spirit of Shakspeare , while the lighter parts have much of the rich humour and powerful satire of Aristophanes . The action- the beautiful unity of the piece taken as a drama , seems formed after the severe ...
... fancy we discern the spirit of Shakspeare , while the lighter parts have much of the rich humour and powerful satire of Aristophanes . The action- the beautiful unity of the piece taken as a drama , seems formed after the severe ...
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... fancy of Rabelais , we owe the best and the worst parts of Swift's , viz . his imaginative romance of Gulliver , and his still more imaginative obscenities . Sterne borrowed unspar- ingly from his pages , ( see his episode of the ...
... fancy of Rabelais , we owe the best and the worst parts of Swift's , viz . his imaginative romance of Gulliver , and his still more imaginative obscenities . Sterne borrowed unspar- ingly from his pages , ( see his episode of the ...
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... fancy in most men has decayed ; and the judgment , if it ever possessed power , exercises it despotically over the mind . Rabelais was seventy years of age when he perpetrated these atrocities in the shape of puns , which disfigure the ...
... fancy in most men has decayed ; and the judgment , if it ever possessed power , exercises it despotically over the mind . Rabelais was seventy years of age when he perpetrated these atrocities in the shape of puns , which disfigure the ...
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... fancy Walked back again to Primrose - hill , Where you and I , my classic Will , So oft enjoyed our Table - talk At the suburban farm of Chalk , And saw the young moon smile athwart Thy gas - lit road , oh , Tottenham Court , And ...
... fancy Walked back again to Primrose - hill , Where you and I , my classic Will , So oft enjoyed our Table - talk At the suburban farm of Chalk , And saw the young moon smile athwart Thy gas - lit road , oh , Tottenham Court , And ...
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Page 201 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Page 235 - The bride kissed the goblet : the knight took it up, He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup. She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh, With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar, 'Now tread we a measure !
Page 114 - I cannot blame him : at my nativity The front of heaven was full of fiery shapes, Of burning cressets ; and at my birth The frame and huge foundation of the earth Shak'd like a coward.
Page 115 - Why, so can I ; or so can any man : But will they come, when you do call for them ? Glend.
Page 245 - LET others seek for empty joys, At ball, or concert, rout, or play ; Whilst far from Fashion's idle noise, Her gilded domes, and trappings gay, I while the wintry eve away,— 'Twixt book and lute the hours divide ; And marvel how I e'er could stray From thee — my own Fire-side ! My own Fire-side ! Those simple words Can bid the sweetest dreams arise ; Awaken Feeling's tenderest chords, And fill with tears of joy...
Page 78 - Accompany the noonday nightingales ; And all the place is peopled with sweet airs ; The light clear element which the isle wears Is heavy with the scent of lemon-flowers, Which floats like mist laden with unseen showers, And falls upon the eyelids like faint sleep ; And from the moss violets and jonquils peep, And dart their arrowy odour through the brain, Till you might faint with that delicious pain.
Page 78 - To other lands, leave azure chasms of calm Over this isle, or weep themselves in dew, From which its fields and woods ever renew Their green and golden immortality.
Page 243 - We saw her mighty cable riven Like floating gossamer ! We saw her proud flag struck that morn, A star once o'er the seas, Her helm beat down, her deck uptorn, — And sadder things than these ! We saw her treasures cast away ; The rocks with pearls were sown...
Page 202 - THE WORLD'S WANDERERS. TELL me, thou star, whose wings of light Speed thee in thy fiery flight, In what cavern of the night Will thy pinions close now? Tell me, moon, thou pale and gray Pilgrim of heaven's homeless way, In what depth of night or day Seekest thou repose now? Weary wind, who wanderest Like the world's rejected guest, Hast thou still some secret nest On the tree or billow?
Page 79 - An envy of the isles, a pleasure-house Made sacred to his sister and his spouse. It scarce seems now a wreck of human art...