The Gentleman's Pocket Magazine; and Album of Literature and Fine ArtsJoseph Robins, no. 3, Bride-Court, Bridge-Street, 1828 |
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... few bumpers of the goodwife's bright amber- colored ale , I walked forth to the village - green . A group of athletic young men were wrestling in the smoothest part of the sward , while the elders of the place looked on THE VILLAGE INN .
... few bumpers of the goodwife's bright amber- colored ale , I walked forth to the village - green . A group of athletic young men were wrestling in the smoothest part of the sward , while the elders of the place looked on THE VILLAGE INN .
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... bright , as skies of azure calm . Days , dreams , and friends departed ! love , joy , and bloom , no more ! Hath neither earth nor heaven a spell , your spirit to restore ? Or is it doomed for mortal sin , this weight of mortal woe ...
... bright , as skies of azure calm . Days , dreams , and friends departed ! love , joy , and bloom , no more ! Hath neither earth nor heaven a spell , your spirit to restore ? Or is it doomed for mortal sin , this weight of mortal woe ...
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... bright ! The white sails we've oft been admiring , When day on their lustre was warm , And which , when that day was retiring , Sunk downward in darkness and storm , Are like to the visions that won me- For such is the fate they have ...
... bright ! The white sails we've oft been admiring , When day on their lustre was warm , And which , when that day was retiring , Sunk downward in darkness and storm , Are like to the visions that won me- For such is the fate they have ...
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... bright spirit o'ercast , I weep for thee , Italy , -weep for thee now ! That once thou hast stood at the blood - heat of Thy monuments still to the peasant record : But now that thy gold is a Gothic Lord's dower , Where - where is ...
... bright spirit o'ercast , I weep for thee , Italy , -weep for thee now ! That once thou hast stood at the blood - heat of Thy monuments still to the peasant record : But now that thy gold is a Gothic Lord's dower , Where - where is ...
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... bright , as when it shines Upon the spot , where freemen lay The relics of their lines ! Let your bowers of wreathed roses →→→→ Naïads of the Paphian skies ! - Softly bloom , while peace reposes ' Neath the death - fire of your eyes ...
... bright , as when it shines Upon the spot , where freemen lay The relics of their lines ! Let your bowers of wreathed roses →→→→ Naïads of the Paphian skies ! - Softly bloom , while peace reposes ' Neath the death - fire of your eyes ...
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Strona 276 - Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor; Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold, The civil citizens kneading up the honey, The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate, The sad-eyed justice, with his surly hum, Delivering o'er to executors pale The lazy yawning drone.
Strona 276 - Therefore doth heaven divide The state of man in divers functions, Setting endeavour in continual motion ; To which is fixed, as an aim or butt, Obedience : for so work the honey-bees, Creatures that by a rule in nature teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom.
Strona 51 - THOU hast left them to their own. But, present still, though now unseen ; When brightly shines the prosperous day, Be thoughts of THEE a cloudy screen To temper the deceitful ray. And oh, when stoops on Judah's path In shade and storm the frequent night, Be THOU long-suffering, slow to wrath, A burning, and a shining light. Our...
Strona 51 - But, present still, though now unseen, When brightly shines the prosperous day, Be thoughts of Thee a cloudy screen, To temper the deceitful ray. And oh, when stoops on Judah's path In shade and storm the frequent night, Be Thou, long-suffering, slow to wrath, A burning and a shining light.
Strona 276 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds; Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor...
Strona 382 - In health, in sickness, thus the suppliant prays; Hides from himself his state, and shuns to know, That life protracted is protracted woe. Time hovers o'er, impatient to destroy, And shuts up all the passages of joy: In vain their gifts the bounteous seasons pour, The fruit autumnal, and the vernal flow'r...
Strona 275 - With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part; the sixth age shifts Into the lean and...
Strona 237 - By heaven, methinks, it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon; Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks ; So he, that doth redeem her thence, might wear, Without corrival, all her dignities : But out upon this half-faced fellowship ! Wor.
Strona 51 - With priest's and warrior's voice between. No portents now our foes amaze — Forsaken Israel wanders lone ; Our fathers would not know Thy ways, And Thou hast left them to their own.
Strona 283 - Not so neither ! for if I changed my religion, I am sure I kept true to my principle; which is, to live and die the vicar of Bray!