The New Mirror, Volume 3George Pope Morris, Nathaniel Parker Willis Morris, Willis & Company, 1844 |
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... smile on his features , like the remainder of a look of pleasure . But the Lady Angelica sprang to her feet , for a voice was heard of some one ascending from the dining - room . She flung herself into a dormeuse , Spiridion twirled his ...
... smile on his features , like the remainder of a look of pleasure . But the Lady Angelica sprang to her feet , for a voice was heard of some one ascending from the dining - room . She flung herself into a dormeuse , Spiridion twirled his ...
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... smile , thy queenly tread , Recalled the hours , I thought had flown To slumber with the shadowy dead , Beneath oblivion's nameless stone . Once more I felt the fragrant breeze , From groves of orange , cool my brow ; And watched the ...
... smile , thy queenly tread , Recalled the hours , I thought had flown To slumber with the shadowy dead , Beneath oblivion's nameless stone . Once more I felt the fragrant breeze , From groves of orange , cool my brow ; And watched the ...
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... smile , half joyful and half contemptuous , flitted over the gory corpses , and trampling to agony and death the his blasted features , as he gathered the subject of their dis- || wounded ; in another fresh battalions , marching firmly ...
... smile , half joyful and half contemptuous , flitted over the gory corpses , and trampling to agony and death the his blasted features , as he gathered the subject of their dis- || wounded ; in another fresh battalions , marching firmly ...
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... smile In orient bloom , shall see thee fade . Themira thus , an op'ning flower , Must withering droop at fate's decree ; Like , her , thou bloom'st thy little hour , And she , alas ! must fade like thee . Yet go , and on her bosom die ...
... smile In orient bloom , shall see thee fade . Themira thus , an op'ning flower , Must withering droop at fate's decree ; Like , her , thou bloom'st thy little hour , And she , alas ! must fade like thee . Yet go , and on her bosom die ...
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... distinguishable the slight figure of Count Pallardos , pacing to and fro with step somewhat irregular . As Lady Aymar's chariot went by , he bowed with a frank and ready smile , but the smile was quickly banished by a THE NEW MIRROR .
... distinguishable the slight figure of Count Pallardos , pacing to and fro with step somewhat irregular . As Lady Aymar's chariot went by , he bowed with a frank and ready smile , but the smile was quickly banished by a THE NEW MIRROR .
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Page 15 - Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired ; Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die, that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee ; How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair.
Page 153 - Looks through the horizontal misty air Shorn of his beams; or from behind the moon, In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.
Page 15 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Page 63 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony.
Page 94 - Many were the wit-combats betwixt him and Ben Jonson, which two I behold like a Spanish great galleon, and an English man-of-war ; Master Jonson (like the former) was built far higher in learning ; solid, but slow in his performances. Shakespeare...
Page 58 - t depends Not on the number, but the choice of friends. Books should, not business, entertain the light, And sleep, as undisturbed as death, the night. My house a cottage, more Than palace, and should fitting be For all my use, no luxury. My garden painted o'er With Nature's hand, not Art's ; and pleasures yield, Horace might envy in his Sabine field.
Page 94 - Soul of the age! The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare, rise! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room: Thou art a monument without a tomb, And art alive still while thy book doth live And we have wits to read and praise to give.
Page 60 - So serious should my youth appear among The thoughtless throng, So would I seem among the young and gay More grave than they, That in my age as cheerful I might be As the green winter of the Holly Tree, III LORD WILLIAM.
Page 66 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth and youth and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Page 272 - Oh ! it is great to shake off the trammels of the world and of public opinion — to lose our importunate, tormenting, everlasting personal identity in the elements of nature, and become the creature of the moment, clear of all ties — to hold to the universe only by a dish of sweetbreads, and to owe nothing but the score of the evening — and no longer seeking for applause and meeting with contempt, to be known by no other title than the Gentleman in the parlour!