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]., 第 4 巻Tobias Merton (pseud) 1826 |
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... LIMEUIL , BORN 1543 , DIED 1559. Under this inscription were several others in smaller letters , and engraved by different hands . I attempted to decipher them , expecting to find some of those common The Veiled Bride . 107.
... LIMEUIL , BORN 1543 , DIED 1559. Under this inscription were several others in smaller letters , and engraved by different hands . I attempted to decipher them , expecting to find some of those common The Veiled Bride . 107.
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... Limeuil . - I request a favour at your hands . I have some time since prepared a letter to the Count , and only waited for an oppor- tunity to send it , together with the papers . He lives at a short distance from Paris ; take these ...
... Limeuil . - I request a favour at your hands . I have some time since prepared a letter to the Count , and only waited for an oppor- tunity to send it , together with the papers . He lives at a short distance from Paris ; take these ...
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... LIMEUIL , in the first letter , could not pos- sibly be a mistake . I therefore resumed my reading ; and my interest and astonishment increased , when I came to those points which had enabled my friend to take such an insight into the ...
... LIMEUIL , in the first letter , could not pos- sibly be a mistake . I therefore resumed my reading ; and my interest and astonishment increased , when I came to those points which had enabled my friend to take such an insight into the ...
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... LIMEUIL . My dearest Mother , I am in the greatest agitation , and scarcely able to write ; I will , however , endeavour to compose myself ; and indeed , what better means of regaining my wonted peace of mind can I seek , than writing ...
... LIMEUIL . My dearest Mother , I am in the greatest agitation , and scarcely able to write ; I will , however , endeavour to compose myself ; and indeed , what better means of regaining my wonted peace of mind can I seek , than writing ...
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... LIMEUIL . My dearest Mother , —I am still here . I send this by another express , in case the first should not have reached you in time . I am still here ; but this evening will see me united for ever to Mongomery , and then we shall ...
... LIMEUIL . My dearest Mother , —I am still here . I send this by another express , in case the first should not have reached you in time . I am still here ; but this evening will see me united for ever to Mongomery , and then we shall ...
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201 ページ - 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.
235 ページ - 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 !
114 ページ - 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.
115 ページ - Why, so can I ; or so can any man : But will they come, when you do call for them ? Glend.
245 ページ - 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...
78 ページ - 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.
78 ページ - 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.
243 ページ - 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...
202 ページ - 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?
79 ページ - 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...