The Carthusian, Issue 1S. Walker, 1837 |
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... live to know the blighting jealousy of contrast ! You are associated in my mind with hoops , and long waists , and chintz gowns , where you not unfrequently figured in the good days when half - a - dozen bunches of bold flowers were ...
... live to know the blighting jealousy of contrast ! You are associated in my mind with hoops , and long waists , and chintz gowns , where you not unfrequently figured in the good days when half - a - dozen bunches of bold flowers were ...
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... live upon air ) Of the girl who is purchased and sold , My dear Nicodemus , beware ! In short , of the Beauty who's poor , Of the Fright who's as rich as a queen , Of the maiden of wither'd threescore , Of the maiden of bashful sixteen ...
... live upon air ) Of the girl who is purchased and sold , My dear Nicodemus , beware ! In short , of the Beauty who's poor , Of the Fright who's as rich as a queen , Of the maiden of wither'd threescore , Of the maiden of bashful sixteen ...
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... lives in it . The melan- choly contrasts which old men are sometimes disposed to state , be . tween its condition , when they are about to leave it , and that in which they found it at the commencement of their career , arises , in most ...
... lives in it . The melan- choly contrasts which old men are sometimes disposed to state , be . tween its condition , when they are about to leave it , and that in which they found it at the commencement of their career , arises , in most ...
Page 107
... live and thrive on slander and on loo . Such ancient maids as breathe soft Chelt'nham's gale , Or quaff thy fount , fair city * of the vale ! Pure spotless souls ! from frailty's stain exempt , - Because , blest lot ! they ne'er had ...
... live and thrive on slander and on loo . Such ancient maids as breathe soft Chelt'nham's gale , Or quaff thy fount , fair city * of the vale ! Pure spotless souls ! from frailty's stain exempt , - Because , blest lot ! they ne'er had ...
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... lives of the great men of the Ancient world . Many facts have been lost , and many more misstated , from the want of a Lempriere or a Barker contemporary with the heroes of Athens and Rome . Nor has antient Geography and Topography ...
... lives of the great men of the Ancient world . Many facts have been lost , and many more misstated , from the want of a Lempriere or a Barker contemporary with the heroes of Athens and Rome . Nor has antient Geography and Topography ...
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Page 263 - Enlarged winds that curl the flood Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage ; Minds innocent and quiet take That for a hermitage.
Page 424 - Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking; Dream of battled fields no more, Days of danger, nights of waking. In our isle's enchanted hall, Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Every sense in slumber dewing. Soldier, rest l thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more: Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Morn of toil, nor night of waking.
Page 252 - The glories of our birth and state Are shadows, not substantial things : There is no armour against Fate : Death lays his icy hand on Kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Page 463 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men, for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo...
Page 480 - For ye shall go out with joy, and be led forth with peace: the mountains and the hills shall break forth before you into singing, and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands. Instead of the thorn shall come up the fir-tree, and instead of the brier shall come up the myrtle-tree : and it shall be to the Lord for a name, for an everlasting sign that shall not be cut off.
Page 416 - Though oft the ear the open vowels tire ; While expletives their feeble aid do join ; And ten low words oft creep in one dull line ; While they ring round the same unvaried chimes, With sure returns of still-expected rhymes. Where'er you find " the cooling western breeze...
Page 413 - Boy's Song Where the pools are bright and deep, Where the gray trout lies asleep, Up the river and o'er the lea, That's the way for Billy and me. Where the blackbird sings the latest, Where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest, Where the nestlings chirp and flee, That's the way for Billy and me.
Page 251 - True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, Dear, so much, Loved I not Honour more.
Page 252 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow; Then boast no more your mighty deeds! Upon Death's purple altar now See where the victor-victim bleeds. Your heads must come To the cold tomb: Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom...
Page 420 - With many a weary step, and many a groan, Up the high hill he heaves a huge round stone; The huge round stone, resulting with a bound, Thunders impetuous down, and smokes along the ground.