Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature, Science and Arts, Tomy 21-22W & R Chambers, 1854 |
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... poor fools who take front places in the world , where might parallel this case of the musical instrument- there is nothing but responsibility , hard work , and the maker by a tale of a printer of paper - hangings , whom mockery of a ...
... poor fools who take front places in the world , where might parallel this case of the musical instrument- there is nothing but responsibility , hard work , and the maker by a tale of a printer of paper - hangings , whom mockery of a ...
Strona 21
strikes down the highest , and avenges our neglect of the poor . We can scarcely read the facts lately published concerning the domestic miseries of the poor , in London and other great cities , even with proper feelings of humanity ...
strikes down the highest , and avenges our neglect of the poor . We can scarcely read the facts lately published concerning the domestic miseries of the poor , in London and other great cities , even with proper feelings of humanity ...
Strona 22
... poor soul , he is no younger , and his skin has grown brown with the sun , and his clothes seedy with travel , so that not one of them knew him from Adam . Well now , you must know they are all drinking together , and just to give his ...
... poor soul , he is no younger , and his skin has grown brown with the sun , and his clothes seedy with travel , so that not one of them knew him from Adam . Well now , you must know they are all drinking together , and just to give his ...
Strona 23
... poor Molly ? ' said the captain softly . O please , sir , I don't know , sir ! It can't be long , sir , ' added Molly , smothering a small sob , for I remember it like yesterday . ' Elizabeth ! ' and the veteran turned solemnly to his ...
... poor Molly ? ' said the captain softly . O please , sir , I don't know , sir ! It can't be long , sir , ' added Molly , smothering a small sob , for I remember it like yesterday . ' Elizabeth ! ' and the veteran turned solemnly to his ...
Strona 38
... poor brutes ! often turned their faces from the dreadful storm . We were almost frozen with cold , although we opened our portmanteaus , and put on all our wardrobe . Heaven defend me from such another journey , and the horrible night ...
... poor brutes ! often turned their faces from the dreadful storm . We were almost frozen with cold , although we opened our portmanteaus , and put on all our wardrobe . Heaven defend me from such another journey , and the horrible night ...
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Strona 306 - 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. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins: Such harmony is in immortal souls; But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we...
Strona 308 - Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale, She all night long her amorous descant sung ; Silence was pleased : now...
Strona 317 - A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes and beckoning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names On sands and shores and desert wildernesses.
Strona 307 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale, She all night long her amorous descant sung...
Strona 307 - Whose midnight revels, by a forest side, Or fountain, some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon Sits arbitress, and nearer to the earth Wheels her pale course ; they, on their mirth and dance Intent, with jocund music charm his ear ; At once with joy and fear his heart rebounds.
Strona 31 - THE OLD FAMILIAR FACES. I HAVE had playmates, I have had companions, In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days, All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I have been laughing, I have been carousing, Drinking late, sitting late, with my bosom cronies, All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
Strona 144 - And, behold, the Lord passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and brake in pieces the rocks before the Lord; but the Lord was not in the wind: and after the wind an earthquake; but the Lord was not in the earthquake: and after the earthquake a fire; but the Lord was not in the fire: and after the fire a still small voice.
Strona 310 - Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph o'er the waters wide, The exulting sense - the pulse's maddening play, That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way? That for itself can woo the approaching fight, And turn what some deem danger to delight...
Strona 308 - And lighten glimmering Xanthus with their rays; The long reflections of the distant fires Gleam on the walls, and tremble on the spires: A thousand piles the dusky horrors gild, And shoot a shady lustre o'er the field ; Full fifty guards each flaming pile attend. Whose umber'd arms by fits thick flashes send; Loud neigh the coursers o'er their heaps of corn, And ardent warriors wait the rising morn.
Strona 290 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie; There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily. Merrily, merrily shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.